A White Boxing Day

In the early hours of Boxing day, the rain had turned to snow.  By dawn (8.55 am) there was a light snow covering that gave the landscape a lovely Christmassy look.  On the downside, it was windy, still snowing and the mountains were all lost in the grey.  It seemed like a morning to try and maximise foreground interest.  So, from the hotel, I walked up the West Highland Way, to the most famous piece of foreground interest in Glencoe, Blackrock Cottage.

I spent some time fighting to keep the lens clear and hoping that, if only for a little while, it would stop snowing.  Eventually, there was a small break in the snow, Buachaille Etive Mòr briefly made an appearance, and I got the kind of snowy Blackrock Cottage shot everybody wants.

Lunchtime, and I was back at the hotel when there was a real break in the weather.  Suddenly the mountains could be seen.  I fully expected it not to last long enough to drive to another location and decided to get what I could from where I was.  A short walk down the West Highland Way, in the opposite direction to the cottage, gave some great views.  The hotel's resident ducks were also very obliging.

 

 

By the time lunch was done, the snow was falling again.  I was hopeful of another small weather break before the end of the day.  I was also in the mood to shoot another white building against a white background.  I took a short drive to Lagangarbh Hut, in the shadow of Buachaille Etive Mòr.  I pulled in to a layby and waited.  And waited.  It kept snowing and I kept waiting.  I started chatting to a 'tog from Norfolk who was also hoping for the same scene.  With only 45 minutes left until sunset, we decided to brave the snow and see what we could get.  We struggled with the conditions for a while.  But, just after the sun had disappeared behind the mountains, the sky started to clear.  For 30 minutes or so we had some lovely ethereal light.

I even managed an after dark shot, facing the other way, of Beinn a' Chrulaite, picking up some traffic trails from the A82.  But after that, another set of dark clouds coming at us from the west, meant it was time to pack up and head off.