I know I harp on about the wonderful light that is to be found in Sutherland.  This part of the world can be a photographer's dream.  This evening at 9.45pm we went outside because we realised the light was just perfect for photographing.

evening

Even one of the sheep deigned to pose for me:

eveningsheep

And when I swung the camera around to face towards the village of Stoer, the approaching rain became all to evident:

eveningstorm

By the way, despite Anne's faith in my knitting the problem with the socks was a fault of mine, not of the pattern!  I'm now steaming away, and enjoying the pattern.  I tend to knit very plain socks most of the time, so it makes a change to do something with a bit of patterning to it.