On a morning of golden light, Buachaille Etive Mor (Little Herdsman of Etive) was lit by the low sun. A few wisps of cloud added to the effect. The pass of the Lairig Gartain was echoing to the sound of Red Deer stags roaring - the rut is in full swing.
A wider view shows a glimpse of the easterly spur of the "three sisters"; spurs of Bidean nam Bian which guard the sudden narrowing drop into Glen Coe itself.
What these photographs can't show is the bitingly cold northeasterly wind which was scouring across from Rannoch Moor. The morning's promise was short lived as within an hour a sheet of grey cloud had covered the sky bringing showers of sleet.
It was a glorious morning though.
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