It hadn’t been a particularly good day. First there was the low, ominous cloud that soaked up all of the light, then there were the frequent squally showers that ripped by in a frenzy and finally, I was cold and wet.
However, the wonderful thing about Scotland and its weather is how unpredictable it is. Conditions can turn on a sixpence. My first view of Loch Garten on this particular day was one of a grey and choppy mass of water, but as the road I was driving on took me closer I could see some potential for sheltered areas along the loch edge. After parking up I went exploring.
It wasn’t as good as I thought it might be. Everywhere I looked the loch surface was broken up and reflecting nothing but the grey sky. And then it happened, a sixpence rolled by. In seconds the water’s surface went flat and a line of tree reflections appeared as if from nowhere. I’ve seen this happen before, particularly towards the end of a day, but never as quickly as this or as pronounced. I didn’t hang around and speedily took a few photographs, while thinking how wonderful it is when something special like this comes together out of apparently nothing. I suppose you could say that I was reflecting on reflections.