Bright sun, sharp wind, a storm looming

The sky behind me was bright as I climbed up the hill to Loch Heilan, so my camera with its characteristic optimism strove to make the sky lighter than it was.  If I had not been facing a northwest wind driving a blatter of hail into my face, I would have lingered long enough to make the camera see a bit more darkly.

The weather is equivocating, as the rainbow against the dark clouds suggests, and I trundled out under the ambiguous sky.  My walk was shortened by the wind and the hail but all the sweeter for that.