There’s something hard and unforgiving about this view across the grain of the central Cairngorms.
In a land where one thinks mainly in terms of plateaux riven by great glens and nibbled at the edges by corries the view this day was ridge after ridge, tiered all the way back to the horizon. Carn a Mhaim in front, with that great slab of The Palette providing the colour scheme. Over the spine of Carn a Mhaim is Sron Riach of Ben Macdui, parallelled by the stepped rise of Derry Cairngorm beyond. Beinn Bhreac shines silver on the right, then the broad mass of Beinn a Bhuird provides the the skyline – hard, grey granite from front to back.
Once you look for a moment there is green between the scree and slab, but it is restricted to strips and patches, while the pink of the unweathered granite and sand serve less to jollify the scene than to emphasise the grey austerity of a landscape that is more about the bold line than the picturesque detail.
Some landscapes invite you in. This one – all barriers – does not care. I want to be there.
A series of Covid dreams. Just a photo or two from the archives and a few words: memories of the Cairngorms to stay in the heart while we’re kept away from the hills.