Kiting on Camusdarach beach

Such are the joys of living in the Highlands, taking Dave on a driving lesson doesn't mean doing circuits of industrial estates and supermarket carparks like I did when I learned to drive. Instead, we circumnavigated 1/4 of the total number of roundabouts in Fort William (i.e. one) and headed down the Road To the Isles. Happily, this takes you to the beautiful beach of Camusdarach. It was snowing when we arrived but I whipped the kite out nonetheless and Dave captured the front blowing over to reveal clear blue skies and some jaw-dropping scenery.

One of the drawbacks of having high winds blow away the storm clouds is that it can be quite hard on your kite, with one string snapping, quickly mended, followed shortly after by the other one going as well. Never mind, it was worth it.

What a difference a couple of minutes can make...

With the beach more or less to ourselves, Dave took some snaps and got increasingly cold in the wind. For a hardy climber he can be a bit soft sometimes! To be fair, he is still suffering a bit from frost nip, so I let him off and we headed to Glenfinnan for some soup to heat him up.

The snowy peaks of Rum