‘Blà Bheinn,’ (Blaven) the word a marriage of Norse and Gaelic thought to mean ‘blue-black mountain.’

Flowers of frost at the at Kilbride at the foot of Blaven in the Cuillins, Isle of Skye.

The writing on the window says it all, but not this time.  This remarkable island with its epic landscape and moody, broody - ‘don’t try to pin me down because as soon as you do I’ll change the rules’ weather has not been wet.  In fact, it’s been very, very dry.  I hope we can all send some rain their way and put things in their rightful place.  For now, isn’t this a gorgeous photo, north end of Skye with a ceiling of cloud that can’t possibly dim the light and beauty of the contours of the land.  

(All credit to Frank Heumann, click on link for more.)

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The breeze between my legs atop of Britain’s largest Mountain, Ben Nevis, Highlands.

Nathan Lawrence, I love your style!  Nathan is travelling with his partner Abbey and his blog is an account of their adventures.  This is him on top of Ben Nevis, Fort William, Scotland.