Under A Spell
Below the golden mountain top lies the enchanted forest.
Beneath the treetops light diminishes, all sound stilled, but for the rustling of leaves and rushing water carving it’s way to the distant sea.
No boulder strewn from distant mountain top is an obstacle to the river. Its diamond droplets cascade as though at the neck of a queen, in a green satin gown.
The banks of the river are strewn with silver pebbles and golden sand – ferns embroider every boulder with emerald lace.
Watch your step – it’s slippery here on the darkest rocks. Lest you fall headlong into the depths. Who knows what lies beneath?
Beware the sinuous, seductive river. Step lightly; you are in an otherworldly place. Out of sight, out of mind. But something or someone knows you are here.
You are human, after all. Perhaps they are not. Climb quickly, up, and out of the forest. Up, and up, until you reach the sky, and the lowering sun beyond the hill.
Breathless, reach the golden loch. Bask in the last rays of the sun. Drink in the liquid gold.
For – to escape – you must pass through the shadow of the old gatehouse; abandoned. Or is it?
Do you shiver from cold – or fear?
Have you fallen…
Under A Spell
Sunday 23 November, 2014 – photographs taken in, or around Ae Forest and Scaur Water – with the exception of “The Gatehouse” – taken near Gatehouse-of-Fleet. All locations are in Dumfries and Galloway, southern Scotland.