A perfect day in the Arran hills or Golden autumn light, roaring stags & the first snow

One of those really hard days at work: Heading out into the hills to count deer. Which of course can only be done on a nice clear day, making last Wednesday just perfect for the task. A cold and crisp autumn morning with stunning views... Later on, the chilly northerly brought the first snow. The corries were still echoing with the mighty roars, throaty grunts and clashing antlers of the red deer rut. After weeks of noisily gathering and defending their harems, the stags sounded a bit hoarse!

Without a doubt, this is my favourite time of year...

Corinna