With the squall comes the wind , Adding white to the palette , Mixing with silver . Electric shards against the darkening sky . Now clouds overloaded , purple Heavy with rain , Sweep over Eigg , Driving all colour to black .
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afternoon . Along with a rising Spring tide . Living the plan and following a most wonderful ‘ Cullen Skink ’ in the Arisaig Hotel , we arrived for our afternoon / evening paddle . Launching from Doirlinn , opposite Castle Tioram , we paddled down the South Channel on mirror-calm seas . Stunning light shared with an otter . We met the ocean , swell , ‘ boomers ’ and an invigorating smell of the sea as we paddled along the coast towards the North Channel . We stopped for a break to soak up the atmosphere on Rubh Aird an Fheidh . With the evening sun behind us , a truly magical place .
With the squall comes the wind , Adding white to the palette , Mixing with silver . Electric shards against the darkening sky . Now clouds overloaded , purple Heavy with rain , Sweep over Eigg , Driving all colour to black .
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