Ben Eighe- Coire Mhic Fhearchair
Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 8:33 am
The awesome arena of the prehistoric angular formations, protecting the sweet sweet waters of life, and once the excited breathing diminishes, in the quietness, you could the hear a trickling, growing louder and then softly, mimicking the nearby waterfalls, but it was not water.
It was the trickling of the shifting quartzite scree.
Whispering, then Singing.
Whispering then Singing.
Magical.
That is what is on offer in this beautiful country of mine.
All of the time.
It’s wonderful to be in amongst it.
Some of the time.