The Highland Glen at Nightfall: Heather, mist, and a bothy's small fire

Isla Merriweather

The glen goes quiet the moment the light leaves the hills, and mist settles into the low ground like a slow breath. This is a walk into that stillness: heather brushing your ankles, the smell of damp stone, and a small bothy fire that asks nothing of you but to sit and watch it burn low. A gentle, unhurried close to the day, built for settling in and drifting off.