Achnashellach Alpine

As seagulls fly backwards and polystyrene snow rattles the windows, I thought I'd share some photos of a very different weekend a few weeks ago, way out west in the wilds of Achnashellach and Bendronaig forests. You can wait years for a weekend like this and it's worth every minute. Click to make 'em bigger:

































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