bilch's gallery

Britain's boat builders continue to rule the waves.

On the way down from Beinn Dubhchraig to Tyndrum.

While this is Beinn Dubhchraig, already climbed three times and mistaken for Ben Oss at the time.

The real Ben Oss, this time.

The polar bear is unaware of cold that cuts me through. For why? He has a coat of hair ... or wait a minute!

One of the engines.

This one seems to be an RAF Squadron Lockheed Hudson that crashed here in 1941.

I swear we don't go looking for these things. They're everywhere.

"Waldorf, do you think sitting on a mountaintop during a thunderstorm will fix our faces?" - "Indeed I think it will, Statler."

Crashing planes in the Highlands seems to be something of a fad among young people nowadays. Cut it out. It ain't funny.

Remains of a Whitley that crashed here in 1942. I found someone's belt buckle in the debris. This must be the fifth or sixth plane wreck found by the Great Munro Reptile Survey, and we weren't even looking for them.

It took us seven hours to find Mayar. If the fog hadn't lifted after the first three we'd still be out there, looking.

This one probably died in winter. It looks more dead, and it still has its white winter coat.

Inside the hare there were lots of little grass balls.