At this time of year the burns are usually healthily full of water. Peaty brown, fuelled by melting snow. Ironically, in this first Spring after completion of the impressive flood defences, the watercourse of the Rothes burn is lower even than midsummer levels. I've seen this burn this low only once before, in the epic hot summer of 1975.
The lorry under the hopper is waiting for a load of draff to be delivered. This is the 'happy cows' feed of Scotland - spent grain from whisky distilleries.
Below, dusty soil follows a harrowing tractor.
And these rocks in the river Spey. Ordinary rocks in a river? I've never seen them before. Normally the only clue that they're under the surface is a swirl on the water.
This dry Spring is deeply unsettling.