So at sea (loch) level it was pretty misty.  Half a mile further on and into the forest and it was clearing as the path rose higher.

But when I came out on to the ridge path – the day began to look as though it would live up to its promise. The mist hung over the loch, but from this level you could see the blue sky for the first time.

By this afternoon it was fabulous, and almost for the first time you could see the unadulterated beauty of the place, not glimpsed for a moment between clouds or reflected in a puddle of rain, but shining on over the hills in a luminous cloud of loveliness.

And there was a good sunset too…