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Glen Coe

The light ebbed and flowed illuminating Glen Coe all around me. The well known shape of Buachaille Etive Mòr was off to my right. To my left stretched the empty vastness of Rannoch. I remember driving through this place when I was a youngster. My mind full of Lord of The Rings. It is just as striking now as it was then. Each time I pick up that book I am transported back to the highlands and further north to the wastes of Torridon.  Empty remote places just seem to strike a chord in me. Not just photographically but possibly spiritually. It’s not driven from the desire for space either physical or emotional, I think it’s something deeper. That call of the wild perhaps or one hundred other clichés. Each time I come here a fleeting thought passes through my mind. How did early humans cope in this unforgiving place. How cosseted we have all become.


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