If you are a delicate man.
And of wetting your skin are shy.
I’d have you know, before you go.
You had better not think of Skye.
By Alexander Nicholson
Yesterday the Sound of Sleat was swept by repeated squalls and showers as southerlies blew over from Ardnamurchan and beyond. However as the evening sun set we were treated to some glorious colour as heavy, cumulus leaden skies began to break up to reveal their deep blue hues behind the earlier impregnable screen.
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