"Snow or IR? More importantly, can anyone see the elephant with a wine glass in its mouth? The higher peaks were dusted in white leaving the Kingy cottage. Deer were down getting hand fed & I walked with them awhile, side by side. Early morning & the Etive was roaring with rainwater & the Clachaig was serving single malts by candlelight the night before. This was hard to expose for, not least because of a mighty hangover. Storms are fickle in the Coe, be they in your own head & part of your own oscillating delirium or swirling around in the dark of a huddled remote building full of laughter."