Most of the sky is darkening grey clouds, a scant handful of minutes before sunset. There is just enough of the sun, somewhere, unseen beyond, to leave a pale blue backdrop with a scattering of burnt pink. #BeaufortReport

After the heat of yesterday, the weather broke briefly but intensely this morning with a deluge of rain, the air still warm and not a breath of wind. Mist hangs over the firth, not reaching the tops of the hills, and the garden breathes a sigh of relief. #BeaufortReport

The early morning sky is a calm and still milky grey, tumbling into low-hanging clouds just over the firth. The mountains are hidden, and the greens and golds of the hills seem subdued. A few minutes later, and the cloudbank has risen enough to see Wyvis, steady, ever-watching. #BeaufortReport

The summer holidays are over, the girls have gone back to school, and I'm back at work in my study. The house is eerily quiet. Outside, the firth is still as glass and the field heading down the hill to the water is dotted with hay bales. The world is green and gold. #BeaufortReport