High Tide

What an extraordinary day of changing weather. Rain, sleet, hail, snow. And dazzling sunshine. All, sometimes, in the space of minutes. Taking windchill into account it was around minus 4. And speaking of the wind it was about the one thing that never changed. Penible, as the French would say. But all of it provided the most dramatic light, and I took enough photographs to blip for a month.

A Scottish Television crew flying over to interview me for a news feature was stranded for nearly two hours in Inverness when the plane's wing de-icers failed. When they arrived, finally, the sun miraculously provided a twenty-minute interlude allowing us to film on the beach.

Later we drove down to Rodel as the weather finally unleashed a furious barrage of snow driven in on gale force winds, forcing us back to the cottage where we were rewarded with a glorious sunset.

March came in like a lamb in Spain, and went out like a lion in Harris!