Coming back last year from long weekend in Mull in January, the weather was so bad that the ferry to Oban was cancelled. We drove to a tiny place called Fishnish, which has a very small ferry which you can't book. You join a queue of cars, and if the ferry makes it across from Lochaline, you might get on. Weather was intense sunny blue sky, then horizontal rain, horizontal hail, snow, mist. Mainland is only about 4 miles away, and sometimes it just wasn't there...
Against the odds, we made it across (thanks ferry staff!), and were then driving on a single track road through the Ardnamurchan peninsula, one of the most remote and unspoilt areas of Scotland. I let the other vehicles pass me so we could take our time, so there was just us in the wilderness when I saw this buzzard sitting on a post. He flew away down the road a bit and landed on another post, and stayed there while we slowly drove up. We stayed in the car to get the pix I took, and great patience was displayed by the buzzard. Closest I've ever been! His/her tenacity not to desert the post made me think of the Dances with Wolves quote.
