Sea-furies spinning into roaring squalls in minutes, crashing waves into the land like a ship’s grey hull running aground.

‘The suddenness and intensity of West Highland squalls, even in summer, has to be experienced to be understood; pale-blue satin water can become in a matter of minutes an iron-grey menace raging in white at the crests of massive waves.’ 

Source: Gavin Maxwell, Ring of Bright Water (London: Penguin, 1974), p. 45