Dusk was approaching, we were on our third day of trekking the Cairngorm Platea. It was a day of learning, getting to grips with our new snow spikes and becoming acquainted with blizzard conditions. I’ve never felt gusts like that. A wind that would bounce down the saddle of the valley and actually push us over. As we crouched down the fog parted slightly and we caught a glimpse of the Hutchingson Memorial Bothy. Our resting place for the night. for two tired souls, this was a true relief. I remember a piercing sense of vulnerability, this place was truly powerful.
After our cosy night, we rose early and tip-toed our way out into stillness. We watched the sun creep over the mountainsides. In us there was a small change, We can only grow from our vulnerabilities. A tree doesn't grow from its dark strong exterior, it grows from its soft green interior. That day we awoke with some newly grown buds.
(A2 Limited run of 20)
Dusk was approaching, we were on our third day of trekking the Cairngorm Platea. It was a day of learning, getting to grips with our new snow spikes and becoming acquainted with blizzard conditions. I’ve never felt gusts like that. A wind that would bounce down the saddle of the valley and actually push us over. As we crouched down the fog parted slightly and we caught a glimpse of the Hutchingson Memorial Bothy. Our resting place for the night. for two tired souls, this was a true relief. I remember a piercing sense of vulnerability, this place was truly powerful.
After our cosy night, we rose early and tip-toed our way out into stillness. We watched the sun creep over the mountainsides. In us there was a small change, We can only grow from our vulnerabilities. A tree doesn't grow from its dark strong exterior, it grows from its soft green interior. That day we awoke with some newly grown buds.
(A2 Limited run of 20)
