Winter Wonderland

 We drove in and out of weeks and all through the long day, one eye on the thermostat another on the frosted hills. The temperature sank to two below and we were so keen, so tautly eager for snow. We passed deeply, vividly green moss and fog hung low over silvered lochs and finally, just as the sun set we reached the Cairngorms and slopes of snow.

And it was magical.