WHISKY WEATHER, HORGABOST, ISLE OF HARRIS

“Ashen cloud, rain-laden, breaks across the peak of Ceapabhal while I stand upon a far shore facing down December rain droves and a force 10 gale. There is little or no mercy to be had when you are in the thick of it like this, only a few seconds in the coming deluge would soak me to the skin. Wild winter waves cast spray and spume into the salt air of the Sound of Taransay and a fortifying dram of whisky is never more appealing.”