Highland Ramble, Day 5

Surely it is too late in the year to encounter the scourge of the Highlands, the dreaded midge. We congratulated ourselves that we'd escaped the torture of the itching brought on by its bite ...

Then we drove round one of the very many bends in the road down to Ardtoe - and there was this warning sign. 

That was enough, we turned and fled. And now we are by the silver sands of Arisaig. It's not as peaceful here as it was in Ardnamurchan, but at least the roads, mostly, have a white line down the middle. And there are no midges :-)

Thanks to Admirer for the Silly Saturday challenge.