Blaven, something of a presence.
(Blà Bheinn, Torrin, Isle of Skye)
Algy’s tree had at last got a beautiful new coat of spring green, so despite the fact that it was dripping wet in the persistent Scotch mist, he couldn’t resist spending the afternoon on its cushion of soft new needles. He hoped that if he spread his wings out far enough, he could keep the water off his book. In the distance, another of the recently arrived summer visitors was calling to him …
Listen to the sounds Algy heard as he was reading in his tree.
I enjoyed the cuckoo call almost as much as I want to climb into that plumphy beautiful larch…
For those such as myself that can’t get enough of Elgol here’s one taken from the path to Charlie’s Cave, looking down on the shoreline at Elgol, toward the Cuillins and Loch Coruisk.
There’s an unexpected elegance to these wind beasts. They look like aliens in this pastoral setting, and NIgel Lumsden has brilliantly captured their odd juxtaposition to the countryside.
(Taken at Griffin Wind Farm, near Aberfeldy, Perthshire. For more of NIgel’s stunning photography, click here.)
