Loch Clatteringshaws, Galloway forest park. A sunny, still day. An uncrossable dam with access down to its base. The brutality of the dam’s concrete and deafening blast of the outlet sat in hard contrast to the quiet, soft, stillness of the rest of the walk. Noticing flowers, water sounds, glinting water, bird song and profound stillness. Silvery grey pathways and an ever changing sky/loch.