Long ago I abandoned my Abandoned Gloves of Scotland project. I was obsessed by all those single gloves on the streets of Edinburgh, so frozen and lonely. But I’d given up taking photos of them since most gloves were black and laying on dark backgrounds like cobblestones or pavement. Thanks to global warming this winter has been much more photogenic. Gareth went walking in the Ochils, high above Castle Campbell.
The air was crisp and the landscape was bright as he sat at atop the hill, sipping coffee from a thermos and rejoicing in the brief respite from his pesky wife. It was on the descent that he spotted the glove sitting on top of a fence post, artfully arranged by some young punk.