Maybe (definitely) could’ve picked a better day to hike up Fyrish Hill, for the views across the Cromarty Firth and beyond at least, but the experience of marching in the mizzle up paths that resembled fast flowing burns meant we avoided the sunburn from the day before. And then some.
It also meant we had the monument - a folly built on top of the hill back in the eighteenth century to keep the estate’s workers busy more than anything else - almost exclusively to ourselves. Gave us time to dash around and create the composite picture above too, before heading back down to eat the postponed picnic lunch in a steamy wet-dug smelling car.
And whilst the Scottish grey skies have their own unique appeal, I had a bit of a play in Photoshop afterwards with some of the shots to give them a completely different atmosphere…
Enlarge the thumbnails for some notes on the processes behind the images above: