Clear ...

This afternoon my favourite hills - the mountains of Arran - were attracting their customary umbrella of cloud while we were in bright sunshine. However, with evening coming on, we had acquired the cloud while Arran was suddenly sharply defined against some interestingly-lit white clouds, meaning that even from Toward we could make out the ridges and peaks that we've climbed in the past.

I can never see this view without wishing I was there, especially at this time of year - the first 23 Julys of my life were spent on Arran!