When I arrived the air was clear and the Loch bright – unfortunately that meant I received a mauling at the hands of the Skye midges! Just as I was about to leave the weather changed, the wind picked up, the midges disappeared and the temperature dropped. It was only when I moved my eye from the viewfinder and stretched my legs, after crouching down behind my tripod, that I realised the Loch was enveloped in mist. It was mysterious, ethereal and magical and there was a tiny slither of light across the middle of the Loch.
Revisiting the images and the memories of the day has been fun. I need to return to the Loch soon and hope for mist again. My Image of the Week is one that did not make my final portfolio and is in colour: