Last week I posted the above photo of a brocken spectre and briefly mentioned how I almost came a cropper after seeing my first one. It brought back a few vivid (and some not so vivid) memories and I’ve since thought it might make a nice piece of writing if I elaborated on that day…….and here it is :)
The very first time I ever saw one of these curiously beautiful and ghostly apparitions was when I was hiking in the Mamores, near Kinlochleven in the west Highlands. I’m not very superstitious but I do remember finding it quite unsettling and consciously thinking of it as an omen of some sort.
For no other reason that it was quite spooky I suppose. But true enough, a few hours later I found myself wedged in a rocky chute, injured and alone on a mountainside genuinely thinking it might be my final resting place on the remote, steep, lonely face of Binnein Mor.
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