It has been a cold start to the year and the NE wind brought a series of Arctic squalls to the Sound of Sleat. These brought a bonus of dramatic lighting conditions though trying to erect our tents on the exposed reef took a bit of care in the accompanying wind.
Fortunately the worst of the squalls seemed to pass and we got our camp in order.
As the tide was still low...
...we wasted no time in gathering driftwood for a fire on the sands. We kept our kayaking gear on as the sun did not look like it would last long.
Then the skies darkened with the approach of yet another squall. We rushed to our tents and were deafened by alternate lashings of rain and sleet on the thin tent walls.
As the storm passed, on its way into Loch Hourn, we emerged from our tents into the watery evening sunlight.
Graceful rainbows arched over the still dark mountains, which had a dusting of fresh snow on their summits.
Hardy primroses seemed undeterred by the weather and neither were we.
We set to and got the fire going as we swapped yarns and...
...finished our meal.
A watery sunset slipped away on the far side of the Sound of Sleat before another squall put an end to our evening by the fire.
