Winter this year has been one of constant rain and dull clouds instead of white of snow and a bright blue sky, but then again I have not missed the biting cold frost in the mornings. On New Year’s day I took a walk along the Clyde and captured this picture of the water roaring down through the gorge. In the summer days when the river is not in spate you can wander around the rocks at the top of the Falls. There is a point, if you are nimble, where you can leap across from one side to the other. This is the setting for my story ‘The Murder at The Falls’ where poor Morag McKay was swept to her death.
If you are interested in the same view in winter visit my home town’s web page Lanark Scotland.