“But at the end of February, out of a cold black north a dozen meandering snowflakes fell. They drifted about the air like thrums - blown from the raw edges of the coming storm. Next morning, colour had gone from… — Nan Shepherd Copy Share
“But at the end of February, out of a cold black north a dozen meandering snowflakes fell. They drifted about the air like thrums - blown from the raw edges of the coming storm. Next morning, colour had gone from the world. Shapes, sounds, the energies and acuteness of life, were muffled in the dull white that covered both earth… — Nan Shepherd Copy Share
“... haste can do nothing with these hills. I knew when I had looked for a long time that I had hardly begun to see.” — Nan Shepherd Copy Share Image
“To Martha it seemed that she stood outside life. The world went by her, colourless shapes on a flat pale background. Nothing had solidity… — Nan Shepherd Copy Share Image
“So simply to look on anything, such as a mountain, with the love that penetrates to its essence, is to widen the domain of… — Nan Shepherd Copy Share Image
“Am I such a slave as that? Dependent on a man to complete me! I thought I couldn't be anything without him- I can… — Nan Shepherd Copy Share Image
“Imagination is haunted by the swiftness of the creatures that live on the mountain - eagle and peregrine falcon, red deer and mountain hare.… — Nan Shepherd Copy Share Image
“The Cairngorm water is all clear. Flowing from granite, with no peat to darken it, it has never the golden amber, the ‘horse-back brown’… — Nan Shepherd Copy Share Image
“One cannot know the rivers till one has seen them at their sources; but this journey to sources is not to be undertaken lightly.… — Nan Shepherd Copy Share Image
