There’s a parking spot on the road next to Loch Oich (between Invergarry and the Laggan swing bridge over the Caledonian Canal) where I often stop to take photos of the trees on either side. The regimented rows of the plantation on one side, with light from behind, and relaxed gathering with dark trunks on the other.
The next is the much-photographed stretch of road through Glen Coe, which in November wears shades of earthy greens, yellows, browns (that these photos don’t do justice to).
Heading from Carlisle to Higham Hall, I head to Upfront Gallery and Puppet Theatre for a coffee, then use random minor roads heading west knowing that at some point I’ll hit a main road again. I’ve met this determined tree before, but still don’t know how to deliberately find it.
