Turn of the Tide

On last Wednesday's perfect, if hazy, Ardnamurchan morning we set off to walk from Achnaha to one of our favourite places, the north coast's secret beach.  We left the car on the Sanna side of the township and headed for the left-hand of these two bens, an un-named summit which....

....offers a superb view down one the many glens which run to the coast.  At this time of year the land looks as burnt as the African savanna in the dry season, and there's no sign of any green shoots except, perhaps, on the tips of the heather.

We stopped again on a low hill closer to the shore, looking to our right towards Rubha Carrach, often called the Cat's Face, with the rocks in the bay exposed by the falling tide....

....then across the bay to Rubha an Duin Bhain with its shelly sand beach, and round to....

 ....a view of Lower Sanna across the ruins of the abandoned village of Plocaig.

Once on the beach we sat on a rock and let time slip by with only the occasional distraction, like when an otter began working for his lunch in the waters to the right of this picture while gulls swooped above him.

While we were there the tide turned.