Yet more snow and it’s now very cold indeed. Bincy and I left early to go to the airport to collect Usha, her mother. Bincy was excited – the first time she’s seen her mum since May. At last she emerged, a small figure in Indian dress with a big smile. Bincy hugs her so tight you might expect her to burst but she doesn’t. A babble of happy chatter in a language I don’t understand but like to lister too. It’s hard to come from the south of India to a Scotland knee deep in snow and at minus 10 degrees. Brave too to arrive speaking very little English. I settle them in and then go back to Lennoxtown to stay the night. The Campsies look frankly magnificent covered in snow. Here and there crags and scree show through, but mostly it is a smooth blanket, softening the angular ridges and smoothing the gullies. As night fell, for a few precious moments they turned pink, like immense marshmallows.
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