Country diary: Resilience is a tree growing out of a rock face | Merryn Glover
River Tromie, Badenoch: The rushing water catches the eye – and the ear – here, but how glorious it is to see Scots pine and larch taking root in the slightest crackIt’s only 1.30 in the afternoon, but already the sun has disappeared from this narrow gorge. High up, light gilds the tall trees of the forest against a bluebird sky, but everything below the stone bridge is in shadow. Here, the River Tromie pours down from the wind-blown heather moorland and funnels through this bending gash in the rock on its race to the Spey.The road above follows its contours into a tight switchback over the old arching bridge, so that everything here feels curving and gnarly. The water, the rocks, the trees. Peat-dark and foaming on top like Guinness, the river thunders around the corner, tumbling and churning and looping back on itself in a ceaseless roar. A cold rush of air rises from its tumult. Continue reading...
River Tromie, Badenoch: The rushing water catches the eye – and the ear – here, but how glorious it is to see Scots pine and larch taking root in the slightest crack
It’s only 1.30 in the afternoon, but already the sun has disappeared from this narrow gorge. High up, light gilds the tall trees of the forest against a bluebird sky, but everything below the stone bridge is in shadow. Here, the River Tromie pours down from the wind-blown heather moorland and funnels through this bending gash in the rock on its race to the Spey.
The road above follows its contours into a tight switchback over the old arching bridge, so that everything here feels curving and gnarly. The water, the rocks, the trees. Peat-dark and foaming on top like Guinness, the river thunders around the corner, tumbling and churning and looping back on itself in a ceaseless roar. A cold rush of air rises from its tumult. Continue reading...
