Taking a familiar route the scenery has been transformed by the low sun and the snow on the Ochil Hills over in Fife.
Gone are the flowers, aside from a few stubborn gorse, and the farmer's crop of wheat has gone into waterlogged/icebound hibernation.
With nature drawing in its horns, there's not much to entertain at the macro level. But the scenery is at its most majestic.
PS Look no pylon!
