Isle of Skye.

Shabby sheep trim the grass-lands
And soaring sea-birds float
Below the misty mountain-tops
looming over green tussocked valleys
bisected by icy white streams
scattered trickling waterfalls
and rolling roads.
Pass with care
Stop and listen for the cuckoos
And mind that chill wind on the ears

[ one of today’s many picturesque moments, although the knuckles and ears tingle and ache from the chill wind while photographing ]