After a good night's sleep we awoke to a clearer morning. It was still cloudy with the threat of rain but otherwise a good day. This bothy sits on a meadow above a beach and was one of a number of crofts forming a small community.
All the other buildings are roofless ruins, a village of ghosts apart from the one homely hub of the bothy. No road comes here and life could never have been easy. The buildings generally have rounded corners to the drystone walls to better deflect the wind and would have been thatched "blackhouses".
The view from the door was pretty good - an occasional blink of sun lit the landscape with vivid colour whilst beyond, towards Ardnamurchan, curtains of rain and low cloud provided a blank backdrop to the colour.
On the shore, low tide revealed bright beds of weed with colours which seemed to glow in the diffuse light against the pale sand. One of the group of artists was a photographer and was absorbed by the contrasts and the shifting light of the place.
Other colours were more subtle. After breakfast we packed our boats for a leisurely paddle to our next night's accommodation. We said goodbye to our artist friends and set off along the coast, enjoying the relaxed rhythm of the day and of the journey.