Scottish Highlands
‘The Spey, like a mythic serpent awoken, swelled and sped and spilled her banks till she was no longer a river; but a seething lake across the valley floor.’
Merryn Glover, Of Stone and Sky
“By January it had always been winter.”
Annie Proulx, The Shipping News
‘The Spey, like a mythic serpent awoken, swelled and sped and spilled her banks till she was no longer a river; but a seething lake across the valley floor.’
Merryn Glover, Of Stone and Sky