30 Days of Wild - Day 1 - Spending Time in Storms

Snow and hail fell as I travelled through Glencoe last night, a sense of uncertainty hung in the air, was Spring being halted once again?

Atlantic squalls tore across Mull’s westerly facing sea lochs, amongst these wild weather patterns we feel our place on this earth, a tiny minuscule piece of a grander plan, although still an important part of it. Weather like this has the ability to shed all of kept up cobwebs in one go, and refresh our outlooks.

Wildernesses’ distinctive waterfalls heavy with rains inverted on the horizon.