Day 30: Loch Lommond

Clouds or mountains? The horizon didn't say.

It was all greens and blues with crystalline gold in between. Chimney smoke mixing with the ethos. Black-faced sheep as statues on grass. Sinew-like snow trails capping mounds as we drove close, reminding me of crushed Oreos. Cookies 'n cream. In a bowl. Extra whip, please.

Then the sun opened up over the lake, staring at her own reflection in a shimmering pool of milky white. Laying down a golden curtain, narrowing as the night drew in and erased the hills to black.

After dark, all bets are off.


Day 31: Port Ellen

Day 29: Edinburgh