After twelve days in the balmy shires of southern England I made it home to Knoydart on 2nd January.
This was the first time I’d missed Hogmanay in Inverie and judging by the weary faces and stench of rotten alcohol it was as good as ever. Everyone told me the weather had been terrible: “the worst winter ever”.
Still not much snow around. There was plenty driving up the A82 – it was quite good fun heading across Rannoch Moor with drifting snow blowing across the road – but here on the coastal slopes the relatively warm wind off the sea is like a hairdryer to the hills keeping us snow-free for most of the winter.
Yesterday the rain finally stopped and we had some blue sky and sunshine. It was a little reminder that our star is still there in the sky behind those thick black clouds. So, I went up the hill behind my house in the afternoon and got a couple of shots over Loch Nevis and a timelapse of the sun setting.
After all the weeks of rain, wind and darkness, when the winter sun does shine it sure looks good.
