However, I find there is something very satisfying, crouched in the heather at the edge of Loch Ba, on a cold dark morning with a flask of warm coffee, waiting for the first glimpse of the sun. The stags roaring and rutting like prehistoric animals. The mist slowly swirling as the sky starts to lighten and the hills start to reflect on the mirror surface of the loch







The last photograph inspired this watercolour painting
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