Along road B976 in Aberdeenshire, in the Scottish highlands, lies this beautiful valley. I don’t know its name (or even if it has one), but towards the end of summer, the heather turns purple, covering the hills in a stunning blanket of color. I was probably there about 3 weeks too soon, but, as you can see in this picture, there was already some purple around.
I find this place hauntingly beautiful. It is so different from other beautiful places such as mountains or forests. This is . . well . . . . just different, but beautiful never the less. To me it represents one of the classic “views” of Scotland, rolling hills, no trees, heather . . . . and usually, rain. On this day, we had glorious weather however. Blue skies filled with white fluffy clouds, warm, sunshine . . . just perfect.
It was a favorite picnic place of my parents, both of whom have now passed away and whose ashes lie scattered in this beautiful valley . . . They are together again, for all eternity. . .