I like subtle and delicate very much but just occasionally it is necessary to concuss folk by bludgeoning them senseless with colour and this staggeringly beautiful and jaw dropping light raked across miles of open moorland beneath heavy cloud and turned the drab and forlorn gable ends of ruined Moine House to burnished gold at the same time turning low lying puffs of cloud to candyfloss. Beyond and almost entirely unlit is the brooding bulk of Ben Loyal its summit peaks outlined against a midnight blue sky.