Falling water: Mull
Scotland in September was soundtracked with falling water… Saturated by months of rain, every knee-high tussock on the Isle of Mull gurgled with a thousand tiny rivulets, and every rocky lochside path through the rhododendron thickets chattered inches-deep like a living stream. Mares’ tails billowed white from every crag, pouring over precipitous shelves of volcanic […]
