Mallaig morning

On a frosty morning,looked out from my window across the Sound of Sleat,pronounced sleet,and the sun was catching the roofs of once was one of the biggest ,in weight ,of herring landing ports in Europe.The smoke gently rising from the freshly lit fires, and the morning light made this little village at the end of what is now known as the Harry Potter line from Ft William, look so attractive .