Loch Ard, Trossachs.
So there I was, standing at the loch side, all set up and freezing my goodies off waiting for something, anything, to happen. After a number of false starts, a window cleared in the all-pervasive mist and Ben Lomond coyly peeked at me over the mist. I managed to fire off a set of 3 for HDR processing, before the Ben took offence and disappeared entirely. As they used to say at the National Geographic when asked of the reasons for their success: "f/8 and be there!" Absolutely!