The Linn of Dee, a familiar starting point for many and more often than not, the beginning of a long walk, whatever one's intentions in this area where remnants of the native Caledonian pinewoods provide an idyllic setting. Whilst the scars of the Lairig Ghru may well be all too obvious in the summer months, in winter, the sense of remoteness, an essential ingredient in the make up of what SNH call 'wild land', is never far away.
An isolated pine in Glen Derry.
The imposing crags of Stob Coire Etchachan with the summit tor of Beinn Mheadhoin beyond, tower over the pines...
...which provide shelter, a snow free pitch and a dramatic, icy camp for the night. (The temperature on leaving the Linn of Dee that afternoon was -13c.)
In places, the amount of snow has to be seen to be believed.
Approaching Loch Etchachan, the cliffs of Carn Etchachan beyond.