It’s January in Portree and it takes a bit of determination to drag my lazy ass out of the lovely warm bed and head down into the village with camera in hand. When I looked out of the bedroom window there was snow on the Cuillin and the sky was blue. I couldn’t lay in bed any more. It was a bit cold. There had been snow the day before and the temperature overnight had turn it all crisp under my feet.

I went down to the shore and tried a few shots looking toward the Cuillin but the sun was really bright and it was difficult to keep it out of shot. After that I walked round to the harbour and got a little more success. The sun wasn’t right in the lens this time and the colours were much better.