West of Camas nan Geall

The layer of high cloud which helped create this morning's sunrise didn't go away all day - as the reds of the sunrise quite correctly predicted and Yr.No, which had bright suns across its forecast for every hour of daylight, got wrong.  Despite the greyness, we drove to Camas nan Geall with the intention of walking along the coast almost as far as Maclean's Nose, just visible in the distance in this picture.

We set off down the track to the beach and then, having crossed the burn, climbed the low, bracken-covered hill on the other side of the bay....

....from the top of which we had a view all along the series of bays and beaches which make up this beautiful section of coastline.

We walked down onto a deserted shingle beach from which a calm sea steadily slipped back as the tide fell.

Just offshore one of Kilchoan's creel fishermen, Justin Cameron, was hard at work in his boat, Harvester, surrounded by a flock of appreciative gulls.

Our objective for the day's walk was a small, abandoned settlement on the beach below the village of Bourblaige.  One of the three houses can be seen in the centre of this picture, which looks back along the way we had come.
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On our way back we passed through this narrow gap between two rocks formed of ancient rocks called Moine schists.  These rocks were involved in a period of mountain-building around a billion years ago, in which they were deeply buried, cooked up, and squeezed into intricate fold structures before being uplifted to form the bones of this peninsula.

As we rounded the western point of Camas nan Geall the other Kilchoan fishermen, Alasdair MacLachlan in his boat, Emma Maria, was lifting a fleet of creels, re-baiting them, and then dropping them back into the quiet waters of the bay.

As we drove back towards the village we stopped at this view along the valley in which Loch Mudle lies.  The colours were lovely enough, but if the sun had been out they'd have been as spectacular as this morning's sunrise.