In Scottish folklore, the Cailleach isn’t someone you’d want to mess with. She’s a fearsome character with white hair, a dark blue face, rust-coloured teeth and a single eye in the middle of her forehead; she whips up great storms and ice forms in her wake. But here, in her green, fertile and tranquil glen, I discovered only her gentle side.
Foxfire, Wolfskin author Sharon Blackie in the Guardian, on her walk to a pre-Christian shrine in the Scottish Highlands.