Burnished leaves covered the ground as if in burning embers,
erupting upwards into flames of brick-red bracken. Beech hedges and single
trees celebrated the season with displays of golden foliage shimmering in the
sun when it did break through the thick cloud cover. We were in Glen Affric,
stunning even at this late point in autumn. Heavy rain and even sleet
alternated with sunshine and rainbows as we hiked, marvelling at the landscape.
Yesterday, it was a walk to Plodda Falls, through Douglas
fir trees, the highest in the UK, one of which was chosen as the mast for the
Discovery, now docked permanently as a museum in Dundee. A hundred years ago, Don’s
grandfather sat at the table onboard the Discovery, anchored in the Antarctic.
We slipped our way up the hill to view the impressive Plodda
Falls, where a modest burn, roiling in spate, suddenly plunges over a precipice
and drops 46 metres to the valley floor. After a Halloween day of heavy rain,
the falls were spectacular.
Autumn is like a hallelujah chorus, sending praise and glory
to the creator. So refreshing to be
embraced by such beauty and serenaded with nature’s praise to God; despite the
social distancing, the eating out in tents under blankets, and the
mask-wearing, nature trumped the political noise and we have returned home refreshed
and renewed.
November is thanksgiving month, and my first post gives thanks
to God for the opportunity to take a weekend break in such stunning
surroundings.
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