After weeks of grey morning skies, readers are asked to forgive The Diary for going to town on the glorious dawns we're now enjoying. These pictures are from various stages of this morning's. The first shows the strange patters that light winds weave across the surface of the Sound of Mull, picture taken just after half past eight.
By the time the sun broke the horizon shortly after nine the clouds had built, but not enough to prevent him peeking through and throwing extravagant sunbeams across a strangely darkened sky.
This is a close-up of the waves coming in to the bay below the house, with a small mooring buoy at left.
Meanwhile, the small birds were enjoying their breakfast against a fiery backdrop.