The general consensus, according to a multitude of weather apps, was possibly - by the middle of the week, but as we got to Rannoch Moor the weather had turned dreich - the Scottish term for wet and gloomy - which fit the moors like a hand in a glove and made for very atmospheric shots.
The first two days continued in a similar way as we left the mainland and crossed the bridge to Skye, but, as we got to Elgol on day three, there were breaks in the clouds that gave us a glimpse of snow on the peaks of the The Cuillins across the water.
That night it snowed.
Abandoning a pre-dawn trip to the Quiraing - due to treacherously icy roads - we stopped at the Old Man of Storr. After a lung busting climb to the top a beautiful clear sunrise gave way to more snow as heavily laden clouds blew in and reduced visibility. Suddenly everything looked very different and, as we made our way back down, flat grey light turned the landscape to stark black and white as the dark gabbro rock competed with it's winter blanket.
The weather settled after this and soft light from the low winter sun gently illuminated the landscape for the rest of the week.
The Fairy Pools in Glen Brittle looked as magical as ever - with just a handful of visitors milling around - and we had the black boulders, sand and sea stack at Talisker Bay all to ourselves. We made it to the Quiraing on a second attempt and were richly rewarded with a beautiful sunrise.
Back in Glencoe we played with light trails from cars and lorries travelling along the busy A82 across Rannoch Moor and a final stop at the misty, tree fringed, Loch Lubnaig provided a calm and serene end to the tour.