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These walks are Scotland in microcosm. With water everywhere reflecting the sky, forests and the hillsides in still clear lochs or tumbling down crags and glens in rushing white torrents. There is the fresh smell of damp forests in the morning and wood smoke at night. The colour may be bright as blue skies and fresh green meadows or rich as autumn gold all around and underfoot or dim as misty mountains wreathed in cloud. You can see the majestic golden eagle soaring high above a mountain pass or a buzzard swoop on its prey over marshland. The fortunate will see otters, foxes and maybe even the shy pine martin but most will see red and roe deer.