Yesterday was another wet and windy day, as fragments an Atlantic storm passed over the Isle of Mull. We had left in heavy rain, watching Red Breasted Mergansers, Great Northern Divers and White-Tailed Eagles in the breaks of the heaviest down pours.
Clouds hung low over Mull's hills, the sky was dark, although light could be seen on the horizon. Steadily the dark clouds passed over head and revealed the setting sun, casting its like across the hills of Ulva, showing the subtle contrasts of the landscapes, and the depth of these Hebridean landscapes.
|The setting sun, casting its rays over the island of Ulva.|