Thursday, 18 November 2010
Slow-burn sunset over Skye
As we paddled slowly back toward Kyle, the sun was setting in a bronze blaze to the southwest.
Cloud banks to the west of Skye made this a slow, smouldering affair.
The colours filled the sky after the sun set; as so often the best colour comes long after the sun has dipped below the horizon. The Cuillin hills seemed razor sharp in the cold, clear air.
And the colour burned on, turning to a final flourish before beginning a long fade from gold to pink.
We sat, entranced. It's said that you don't watch a west coast sunset, you participate in it. Certainly that was true of this evening. Our paddle back to Skye seemed effortless, as if we'd absorbed something of the slow-burn sunset. We arrived at the slipway well after dark with memories to last a very long time.