One of my absolute favourite pictures of this little tree mirrored in the still water's of Loch N' Achlaise high on Rannoch Moor. It was a cold dead still morning and the loch was like a mirror, mist had laid itself across the moor like a thick downy blanket and was seemingly immovable. As the moon began to set and the first cold fingers of dawn unfurled, the mist magically thinned and for a short while the mountains became vaguely apparent in recessive layers. Fortuitously the sky simultaneously began to blush pink, clearly embarrassed by its raw exposure but then the veil was replaced and the mountains once more rendered invisible.

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