To the east the slopes of Rois-Bheinn took on a lovely reddish tinge...
...as the Sun sank behind distant Ardnamurchan Point to the far SW.
Our kayaks glided effortlessly across the surface of...
...the golden Sea of...
...the Hebrides.
All too soon we turned our backs to Muck and the Small Isles...
...as we approached Samalaman Island and our destination.
Rum and Eigg floated on a glassy sea as...
...we slipped into the shade of Samalaman Island. Our day was over...or was it?
