Carrifran valley,Scottish Borders There is a genuine sense here of what the glens, cwms and valleys of the British Isles would be like if they were let off the leashThe ground steepens into a glacier-gouged corrie, and walking into it feels like crossing an invisible threshold. A slope falls away below us,steep and unnervingly slick with rain, above which hundreds of small white butterflies flicker in a low cloud, and charging the air with the same soft suspense that comes with falling snow. After this muted summer,it comes as a surprise to find so many butterflies here, gathering secretly in the upper reaches of the Carrifran valley.
We wade gingerly downwards into a corrie coated with life; a montane of blaeberry and bog myrtle, and harebell and hogweed,tormentil, asphodel, or wild grasses and enormous marshmallows of moss,all growing in amounts that feel strangely luxuriant for the altitude.
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Source: theguardian.com