corries

Its birthplace was one of those dark glens or "corries" situated high up among those mountains that formed a grand towering background in all

Freaks on the Fells Three Months' Rustication 1859

A purple watercolor wash of heather softened the boulder-strewn hills of the upper glen, with snow lying lightly on the tops and deep in the shadowed corries.

A Small Death in the Great Glen A. D. Scott 2010

View from the summit of Stob Ban looking west to the most westerly of the Mamores range, Mullach nan Coirean Gaelic: rounded hill of the corries with the distant hills of Ardgour in the background.

Stob Ban, in the Mamores Carla 2010

Red deer move up to higher ground in summer to escape the midges in the corries, so they would contribute to grazing pressure.

Stob Ban, in the Mamores Carla 2010

View from the summit of Stob Ban looking west to the most westerly of the Mamores range, Mullach nan Coirean Gaelic: rounded hill of the corries with the distant hills of Ardgour in the background.

Archive 2010-06-01 Carla 2010

Even in the Scottish Highlands, further north and higher altitude, the snow has melted and the grass started to grow again by May in all but the highest corries.

Thrimilchi (May): the early English calendar Carla 2008

Even in the Scottish Highlands, further north and higher altitude, the snow has melted and the grass started to grow again by May in all but the highest corries.

Archive 2008-05-01 Carla 2008

It was an afternoon in autumn, with a sound of wintry breakers on the shore, the tall woods copper-colour, the thickets dishevelled, and the nuts, in the corries of Ardkinglas, the braes of Ardno, dropping upon bracken burned to gold.

Doom Castle Neil Munro

The Jhelum tore through a rocky gorge far below, and a dark semi-circle of mountains stood steeply up, their cloud-hidden summits giving fleeting glimpses of snow and precipice and pine-clad corries as the sun now and again shot through the clinging vapours.

A Holiday in the Happy Valley with Pen and Pencil T. R. Swinburne

There is something unusually charming in the dawn here -- the crisp, buoyant air, the silent hills, their lower slopes and corries still a purple mystery; on high, the silver peaks -- looking ridiculously close -- change swiftly from their cold pallor into rosy life at the first touch of the risen sun.

A Holiday in the Happy Valley with Pen and Pencil T. R. Swinburne