Just outside the Crask Inn between Lairg and Altnaharra on the Tongue road north is a wee farm steading complete with open fields and a mountain view. In the middle of the field is a cluster of birches forming a small copse and I would pretty much guarantee that at any other time of year you might just give the peaks beyond an admiring glance and carry straight on by. I skidded to a halt and drank in this sumptuous scene with snow dusted sheep, mist, white mountains, white fields laden with deep snow, all bathed in rich afternoon golden sunlight. It was simply stunning and I felt the need to convey this vast scene with a panoramic format to encapsulate the mountains beyond.