I'd been humming along the dirt road that runs through the lower part of the frame when suddenly the hood (bonnet) of my Hilux just lifted up and crashed back into the windshield! I was stunned. Stunned and blinded. Where was the road?
With the near daily storms that passed in the afternoons, we were often treated to wonderful sunsets like this one. The sun has just dipped below the horizon behind the stand of trees, illuminating the clouds from below with a fiery red glow.
As my faded memory recalls, pretty much every afternoon at around 3:00 pm, the clouds would build us and a series of thunder storms would roll through. The noise from the rain and thunder rendered our seismic recording an exercise in futility so we'd return to camp, and face the prospect of cooking once again.
As I recall, this was a view to the east across the Angus Glens. I think the glen running through this image is Glen Clova.
Having completed the task we decided to take a day off and hike around Glen Prosen. It was a glorious day and we left early in the morning for our hike, driving as far as the road went before continuing on by foot. In this image, my friend enjoys the view looking back along the glen, the trail we've ascended running down on the left.
Doorways and window openings are set in the whitewashed walls. Periodically there are gaps in the roof that allow the passages to breathe and let in light.