This morning's thick early mist across the Sound broke up as the day advanced, leaving tendrils which moved through the glens, highlighting the tops; a grey day, with hardly a breath of wind. This is the Raasay on her morning sailing from Tobermory, with the hills of Morvern behind.
Along Ormsaigbeg the smoke from the house fires rose vertically but the plume from a much larger fire hit an inversion, a layer where the air is slightly warmer and acts like a lid.
A small gaggle of greylags were feeding along the shore and weren't too pleased at being disturbed, rising to fly a couple of hundred yards before settling again.
In the last couple of weeks we've had snow, hail, frost and a gale, but this rose, growing by an abandoned Ormsaigbeg croft house, still offers a reminder of the summer past.