The winter solstice arrived across the Scottish Highlands in a cloak of breathtaking, otherworldly majesty. For three days, a quiet, steady snowfall had drifted down from the Arctic north, blanketing the Cairngorm peaks and the valleys of Glenmore in three feet of pristine, glistening snow. The ancient Scots pines were draped in heavy white ermine, and Loch Dunraven was frozen into a sheet of polished grey ice beneath a pale…
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