on the last leg of a 9 hour train journey from manchester.
the Nevis forest.
hatching tadpoles
I should have taken a polarizer... the snowy north face summit of Sgurr a' Mhaim (which is gaelic for 'Peak of the breast') at 1099m. the sun was so intense at this point we both became dizzy and started feeling sick, and there's me thinking "we won't need to take sunhats its march".
the tarn below devils ridge 'Lochan Coire nam Miseach' just above 'Alt Coire a' Mhusgain' which translates to; stream of the corrie of rotten trees.
Frankie having a rest on the descent from Sgurr a' Mhaim with the precipitous Devil's Ridge.
a man's best friend: Becky the dog at the summit, Ben Nevis is in the background to the right.