The moment we passed over the border into Scotland the scenery changed dramatically . The coastline became more craggy, the clouds shifted to a darker shade and the valleys deepened. Rod dreamily muttered that he felt like he had returned to his ‘Ancestral Grounds’ (however unsubstantiated and illogical that might be).
Heavy raindrops pelted the tiny rental car and the roads gushed with mini streams, but a bright beam of sunlight lit up a tall rocky isle just off the coast. Shining bright white with the thick layers of gannet poo coating its rugged cliffs it stood out sharply against the dark blue-black of the heavy clouds veiling the horizon behind it.
A morning constitutional walk along the water’s edge provided quite a few great photo opportunities:
Have a few dramms for me Roderick! (say in thick Scottish accent) ?
Beautiful photos. ❤
Looks so beautiful. No wandering off by yourself tho, Mr Solo Walker! Dense disorientation fogs drop unexpectedly and quickly. Take a local with a promise of a warming drop at the end ?