The population of Ardnamurchan seem to be a bunch of insomniacs. While the Diary slept the sleep of the just, Stewart Pote was out taking pictures, this one at midnight. It shows that we are now moving into the brief few months of our year when there's always light in the sky.
Stewart was up at five this morning when he took this picture from his home at Achnaha. Perhaps the fiery red wasn't the sun at all but the reflection in the clouds of the volcanic eruption on Rum.