Glencoe...

Spent the night in Tyndrum (a favourite haunt of Günter Grass, apparently), having found a petrol station… eventually. I’d ventured into the highlands with the petrol gauge on low, which wasn’t too bright. Drove through Glencoe this morning, mostly in thick mist. When the mist lifted - a bit - I stopped to take some pix. Jimmy Saville’s pied à terre is still boarded up, though someone has washed the grafitti off. It's a shame to see it empty. The views are fantastic; despite the unfortunate associations, I'm sure a children's charity could put the house to good use...

Jimmy Savile's rural retreat...

Glencoe...