Rhum Sunset

Fired up with the boys and a tent to Arisaig on the west coast of Scotland. The boys went daft being let of the leash to scramble over rock, search for crabs and fish, get dirty and generally be full of daft boyishness. As I was thinking about broaching the subject of sleeping bags the most incredible light broke through the Rhum Cuillin.

"Behave yourselves boys, stay here I'll be back in a minute". You just can't ignore light like that...can you?

When I left the tent at 3 a.m. to decant some of Mexicos most famous lager, the cloud had cleared to reveal the milky way in all it's un light polluted glory....tripod was in the car...naahhh..... they would be up at seven.......