Summer has reluctantly released her hold, and the Caileach Bheur of winter has swept across the west coast of Scotland today. She has burnished all the grass copper and turned the sea a wild storm blue. All the old dust of the year has been swept away in her wake.
She is washing her plaid in the bright blue waters of the Minch and sending white foamed waves coursing into all the bays and inlets. It seems nothing of the summer will remain, and yet the hills and heather stand firm against her sweeping change.