Sun on West Highland Snow

Sometimes you don't need to write much. Sometimes the pictures speak for themselves.

Times like an ascent of the Buachaille Etive Mor, arriving at the Blackmount at sunrise as mist clears from the hills:



Times when the snow is all the way down to the foot of the Buachaille:



Times when the company is good and the sun is out, even if the corrie is in shade:



Times like these.