After a wander by a waterfall we decided rather than returning home, to instead go for a drive. The drive led us away from the thick lake autumn trees surrounding Rivington, their branches entangled, their leaves almost entirely fled for the winter. The drive led us to stretches of moorland. A bare and rugged landscape, through which twisted the road. The mist now hung low upon it, and an eerie atmosphere settled in. Yet it was beautiful, and we were somewhat reminded of our trip to the highlands of Scotland. As we came to Belmont, we came across a small reservoir, atop of which a wispy mist resided. The mist drifted and twisted in thick smoke-like swirls, like a spectre on the wind. It was eerie, almost horror like, just as the moorlands had been and yet it possessed the same sinister beauty. We stopped and we walked beside the reservoir, and as the raindrops began to fall, creating impressions and swirls on the water’s surface, the mist began to disperse. The clear water
With lock down measures still in full force around the world I'm starting to feel a little disappointed that I will not go traveling this year. As such I found myself reading through my travel journal and reminising of a adventure I had a couple of years ago. Thoughts from places- Beyond the Bonnie Banks We spent a moment standing on the golden pebbles of the banks at Sollochy, looking out across the vast waters of Loch Lomond. And it really is! Loch Lomond is twenty four miles long, five miles wide and six hundred feet deep. Making it the largest in-land body of water in Britain. Sailing boats bobbed gently in the water in the distance afore the tallest of the mountains. We began to climb upwards though thick forests of fir and oak trees which towered above us like giants reaching desperate hands up towards blue skies. This path eventually lead us to a view point where beyond a luxuriant green field of ferns, Loch Lomond stretched out before us in all its glory. The P
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