
Dare I say we've reached the end of the coldest winter many of us can remember? We keep thinking that spring has arrived and then we get another freezing night or fresh snow on the hills. They're still on skis at Cairngorm, for goodness sake! We've had temperatures in the 20Cs one minute and then a few days later we're sitting around the fire in the evenings again. Surely, once June's here we can dare speak of "summer" at last.
Any way, as a last memento of the harsh winter, here's a fab photo taken at the mouth of Ullapool river on the shore of Loch Broom, by my daughter, Fiona. It was so, so cold...


