The picture tells part of the story. In the background, a glimpse of God's creation, and the clear highland air of Scottish glens and peaks. Nearer the camera, a badly smashed-up car.
A rescue vehicle, with cutting equipment. A discarded head-rest, soaked in blood. And still inside, before they could manoeuvre her out to the ambulance, is Helen, who describes here what happened before and after:
Around and beyond Glen Coe, the scenery is spectacular. That is why we have come; 700 miles on the clock so far, with lots more holiday still to enjoy. What would it be to like to live up here, we wonder? A bit lonely, perhaps, in what seems to me like the middle of nowhere. The other thought I remember from that Tuesday morning was, How many more days to go before term starts? And rather more pressing, Where are we going to get lunch?
