Reflected glory

Loch Droma, on route north to Ullapool.

What a glorious drive to our Easter holiday weekend with good friends the Wests.
Just a pity all the caravan, campervan and boat/trailer towing Joe Public thought so too.

I you can see, it was so worth it.

Arrived mid afternoon, walked along the beach as the sun was setting and out to the Ceilidh dance for a true Highland flinging around the local hall. Superb band and great company. Boy, do they know how to put their hearts into it. Us lowlanders think we know how to do these dances, but they showed us exactly how to do it.
A wee bitty tired, got to bed after 01:00.