At my own discretion and plagued by a rare bout of common sense doubtless brought on by the rapid approach of my 61st birthday. I decided that taking my car down the deserted snow laden Lochindorb road was probably folly. Instead I parked up on the relatively clear Dava road and walked which turned out to be very productive thanks to a glorious sky over vast undulating moorland blanketed in new snow and low angled sunlight creating texture and shape.