I was standing by the truck as the cloud decided not to shift leaving the sunlight playing on the lower slopes further down the loch.
I had my binoculars, I was looking at fence lines and gates, for once not in my patch but someone else’s. The cloud ribboned around the high crags and summits, ice clung to every contour on the rock and I could see hunched figures making slow progress among them.
I took another mouthful of hot coffee and felt a little tug at the heartstrings, it wasn’t playing a tune as such, maybe just some tuning up.
With the tail sliding out I left the dirt and headed back to the tarmac. It needs a little more time in the oven I told myself, I’ll come back later.