On a loch, nestled in the hills sits a little fisherman’s hut. The fishermen are welcoming and invite you in for warm drinks by the fire.
The light dances between the trees, deep in the forest. Birds are chirping and the wind is gently whispering "stay a while, rest with us."
It's a gloomy day, but the hills are green, and the waterfall is flowing, a place always worth the short hike.
The sea dances under the sunset. The gulls call out to say goodnight. Will you stay out a little longer to see the stars?
It's a stormy day. The waves crash and white seahorses race to the shore. Nestled quietly in a deep armchair, you are wraped in a blanket, snuggled up by the fire, tea in hand, watching nature's display from your window.
We walked the shoreline. Seagulls squaking above. The shiny, slippery, seaweed covered rocks underfoot told us to take our time and go slow so we don't fall. Gifting us time to pause, and look up at the view of the trees leaving their kiss-marks on the water.
A family trip brought us to Glencoe. One of the most breath-taking places I have been. Snow blanketed the mountains opposite our short stay dwelling. We laughed, reminisced, celebrated a big birthday, drank wine and ate haggis. I painted this to have a tangible thing as a reminder of the joyous time we had.