It had been a beautiful sunny day in Tobermory. The kind of day that summers are made of, with a piercingly brilliant-blue sky.
I savoured a lunch time coffee at the pier cafe with my arms bare, revealed before the sun. Sunglasses donned and book poised, I could actually feel the heat coursing through my skin. What a wonderful feeling after a week of rain and imminent winter!
As I shut up shop at five in the afternoon, the clouds began to roll in, sucking away all traces of warmth and with it any notion that it might still be summer.
8pm and resigned to the fact that the weather was not to last, I looked out of my bedroom window to see that the sky had caught fire!
The most incredible shades of orange and yellow melted into a heavy storm cloud as the sun began her journey westwards. As the minutes passed, the colour intensified, bringing spectators to their balconies to watch nature's display.
Wind carried the dancing light rapidly across the sky and all to soon the sky returned to a dull and somber monotone hue.
The night the sky caught fire.
