I arrived at this location just as the first delicate flakes of snow started to fall and then instantly headed for my favourite Scots Pine tree with anticipation and excitement. There was a feeling of isolation in the wild as the visibility reduced and a clap of thunder echoed around the mountains I could no longer see. The temperature dropped and the snowflakes became thicker, plastering the trees and heather as they whizzed past in all directions. I battled with the elements to keep my camera dry and lens clear, but the adrenaline of being exposed and close to nature meant that cold fingers went unnoticed. It didn’t last long and then the light began to fade but the smiles still linger. This is what Scotland is all about for me and these are the memorable moments I crave as a photographer.