Travelling from winter to spring
Halfway down the A9 last Sunday afternoon we were midway between winter and spring, with the snowline clearly visible. As was the speed camera - the yellow and red striped box on the left.
We had left Speyside in heavy falling snow. Ruthven barracks looked as bleak as I've ever seen it, and I could imagine the soldiers stationed there to quell the Jacobites in 1745 pierced to the bone with cold as they looked out on a similar scene.
Coming down from the Drumochter pass the deer were close to the road, foraging for food.
I was quite pleased with these paparazzi shots, as we were on the dual carriageway section at that point and travelling rather fast (no, I wasn't driving). For those who don't know about the A9, it's the main route north through the central Highlands, up to Inverness and on to the northeastern tip of Scotland. 270 miles of mostly single carriageway in each direction, a lot of frustration and a high number of fatal accidents. At the rare dual carriageway sections everyone speeds up and overtakes frantically, and then settles back into an only slightly re-arranged queue of traffic when the dual section ends.
It's best not to get too frustrated and to enjoy the scenery. Or the journey from winter to spring. By the time we had reached Blair Atholl spring was unfolding at lower levels. The castle-like building is a hotel, by the way - the Atholl Palace.