This was an exciting walk into the mountains in the snow. It was Autumn and the dried grasses were coming through in siennas and umbers. It is on the boarders of the Isle of Lewis and Isle of Harris, over the top there is a river valley leading to a loch. The figure in the painting shows the scale, it is my boyfriend with a rucksack looking down in sorrow. Not sure whether he is walking into the mountains or walking away from them. Perhaps he is just having a moment to think.