Tobermory

Last night the full moon emerged from the clouds and made a golden path across the bay for the small boats, and now the eight-o'clock sunshine is turning the water pink, and the sky is blue and huge. Zion has been perfecting his gull noises all day; we ate fish-and-chips on the quay; and I can't concentrate on writing because it's too beautiful out the window and I don't want to miss the changing light...

(Wifi is pretty poor - I've already lost my first much longer attempt to capture the beauty of this day - will try again now, as S is about to call to dinner - smells good...)