There I was teetering on the edge of an abyss having climbed up from the village of Balquhidder, through the forest which included a wee bit of rock-climbing, and out onto an escarpement with this stunning view almost vertically below, laid out as in a map - a winding river:
River Balvag: Mixed media on paper, in sketchbook, 2x19x25cm.
And to the right, a view of Loch Voil:
Mixed media on paper, in sketchbook, 2x19x25cm.
And after such heady delights it's good to get down on ones knees and not so much pray as study the burgeoning life-force unfurling almost before my very eyes:
Fern. Mixed media on paper, in sketchbook, 19x25cm.
You don't see this sorta thing from a speeding car.
For two whole days we tramped the hills and glens of The Queen Elizabeth Forest Park swooped down on by eagles, tripping over red squirrel, overcome by colourful jays, and fighting off goosander for our fish tea*. Returned home exhausted from sleeping in someone else's bed and partaking of the local brew in the tavern of a one-horse town called Strathyre.
* pure exageration, of course, but we did see two eagles, one red squirrel, three jays, and two goosander...so what's a bit of hyperbole between friends, eh?