Sun and Rain

The day was alternate mixes of black clouds which spat hard rain and spells of sun.
I cut short the hour long walk I'd intended and headed back to Tantallon rather drenched. As I neared the road I saw the tip of the Bass Rock glowing white, vibrant white, above a field of oats. My camera was tucked inside my anorak and by the time I had it ready to shoot, the clouds formed darkly once again over the gannet-crusted Bass.