This was a very flippantly taken shot... but for some reason I keep coming back to it. I like the juxtaposition of the fragile branches in the foreground with the softly focused village in the background.
Of all my many, many shots from our North Coast 500 trip, this one is my favourite. Many because the rest are posed, or contrived, where as this is much more a reflection of the reality. Messing about laughing. I was ankle deep in the chilly loch trying not to slip over in my bright pink crocks. Antonia was laughing at my wobbling fat man antics. Probably. Admittedly there should be another photo of us bickering to really accurately portray the trip. Ten days in a van with someone warrants a certain level of bickering. Lots. The level is lots.