Weather in the Hebrides this summer followed a fairly blunt, repetitive pattern of sun, rain, sun, rain, sun, rain, rain.
In the short periods between sun and rain, there was quite a lot of mist. On one occasion that it rolled in off the sea, I happened to be exploring a long abandoned croft near the small village of Bunessan. It gave a whole new meaning to the word 'eerie'...
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