Heading for home
Actually, of course, I don't know if the small boat in the path of the declining sun was heading for home or striking out for a nocturnal adventure, but the mood this greyish afternoon was elegiac as the hazy sun vanished into the advancing clouds. At this point, the snow-covered mountains of Arran could still be seen; half an hour later they had vanished in cloud and it was as if the island had never been.
In contrast to yesterday's sunshine and busyness, today was quiet apart from the lonely sound of a curlew pottering about its business on the low tide line. And why were we back? Because in today's hard frost every inland road was even more impassible than it was yesterday!