Unable to remember the name and knowing nothing of its use, I jokingly refer to this place as Lara Croft. Not nearly as good looking perhaps, but she sure is a hardy girl. On a particularly gorgeous winter morning I stopped on the Lochindorb road and saw the intense blue of the sky reflected in the shadow side of a road side hillock. Lara sat starkly, isolated and alone on the remote moorland providing a natural focal point for my attention.