Our first holiday on Arran was in October 1998. We had come ready, both physically and mentally, for whatever the weather might throw our way. We found wild contrasts. One minute there were rolling black clouds and heaving rain. It was all travelling so fast that in moments it would give way to crystal blue skies and a rich low sun. Not once did we have to settle for lengthy mid grey.
But the real magic lay in between: there were rainbows everywhere we looked. We counted thirty three in the course of the week, arcing across the sky and glittering in waterfalls. It was spectacular. Other vivid memories were the seals at Kildonan that made it look as if the rocks were moving; Geoff and Oliver with limpet rings for spectacles; Sam with head tossed back drinking the rain at King’s Cave.
It’s a great time of year, and quieter than August!