The Hopeful Troll Bridge.

That's not its name but probably should be as this is a tricksy bridge that comes with a warning triangle - a car teetering astraddle the top balancing on its undercarriage. Tour buses with low clearance have to ask their passengers to get out before they cross.

Rush hour in the Cairngorms.

Des.res. for later?

With not a church in sight this has always struck me as a desirable after-life situation.

Des. Res.

Natural beauty.

Treasures brought home from my day out. J, she who raises rare breed hens, turkeys and guinea fowl, was also selling these beautiful eggs alongside the books and antiques. The photo doesn't really do justice to the delicate pale green of the smallest eggs. I didn't get to see J herself as she was up in the hills feeding orphaned lambs every 4 hours. She has the animal-husbandry equivalent of green fingers.

Man's greatest discovery.

Fire!

I know it looks a bit puny, in fact the flames don't show at all because the sun was too strong, but it DID cook 4 sausages, honestly!

All to ourselves.

The lone figure in the far distance is the Sandman on his bike, paddling its wheel in the fresh water from this little riverlet.