Sligachan falls at sunset; yes, it was as cold as it looked! A gorgeous spot that always looks better with a dusting of snow lying about the place; there was a lot less than last year's trip, but still enough to pick the Cuillin range out in the scene.

It was pretty windy there, so I was conscious of a lot of the heather at the edges of the frame moving throughout the exposure time, which can end up looking really messy if there's enough of it, so a low perspective was preferred with the cottage missing. So the Cuillins emerge, overlooking everything, and the lone tree is brought to life with the last of the day's light behind it.