Well, there is, isn’t there? It adds a mysterious element to the greatness of the huge fault line that made the Great Glen. It also draws a veil of modesty across industrial landscapes. I remember nearly 50 years when I walked from my parents’ house on the edge of London into the centre. Across Wormwood Scrubs and White City there was a stately kind of grey softening.
Also on the subject of condensed water, I came out of Morrisons in Fort William just as the steam train was starting its journey to Mallaig. The cylinder draincocks were open for a long time, and the nearby wood was infiltrated with steam, which was kind of weird and beautiful. This is what caused it…
Here is some moss Janet found…
Here is some softness on Loch Lochy…
Janet took this picture of a boat I saw on my way to John o’Groats in 2003..
We thank you God for water,
as vapour in the air,
driving the weather,
as sream, giving power,
as liquid, the drink that gives life,
the power of hydroelectricity
the gentle rain,
the ceaseless sea,
as ice, the cold beauty of the hills.
We thank and praise you,
our God and our maker.