It's been years since I had the chance to sail on my own, and I never had such a wonderful setting. Clouds, colours, wind, rain and sun, all at the same time.

I was walking where steam engines used to cross the forest, and today there is only a green embankment. Not all the metal has disappeared though: some remains, with style.

What is left of a prehistoric vulcano, is one of my favourite destinations in this city.

Is it trying to reach the light? Does it know the sun it's setting?

A construction yard started centuries ago, it seems never to be complete. Random buildings are built between other random buildings, following styles that don't really match.

Near the end of Glen Nevis, leaving the road, you can get to a rocky passage, more or less 4 meters wide, full of insects. After about a hundred meters, the path suddenly arrives in this valley where it disappears. So close to civilization but, at the same time, so far.

Tiny and wondeful scottish town, almost at the end of a long firth on the west coast. The tourist parking is bigger than the town itself.

On the way back from the cloudy top of the Ben Nevis. One of the many green and empty glens of Scotland. At the bottom, 14m above the sea, a hostel and a camping.

You wouldn't say, but this park is in the middle of a capital city. I would just love to take a nap on this perfectly clean grass.