Well, with fatherhood imminent I managed to persuade my wife to allow me one last taste of freedom. We agreed that Galloway was close enough that I could get back if anything happened (it didn’t) and I decided to have 2 nights on Loch Ken.
I arrived late afternoon after getting held up on the motorway and unloaded the car at Loch Ken activity centre. For a small fee they would allow me to park and launch at their jetty. It was quite flooded so launching was even easier and being as the nights are drawing in I thought the main priority should be finding a suitable camp spot.
I set the tent up just as the dark came so the first night was spent mostly reading from the comfort of my sleeping bag. Next morning I packed the canoe and just had a general explore around, stopping for lunch on one of the islands. I was amazed how much the water dropped over night and through the day, making finding a camp site a lot easier.
The final morning was an early strike of camp and pretty much straight back to the car, as I had planned a trip to the Annandale distillery on my way back home. Those of you that know me know how much I enjoy a single malt, and though the Annandale is still very young I very much enjoyed their expressions.
I’m pretty terrible at remembering to take pictures, but here are a few that I did get of a glass calm Loch and of course, lunch.
I arrived late afternoon after getting held up on the motorway and unloaded the car at Loch Ken activity centre. For a small fee they would allow me to park and launch at their jetty. It was quite flooded so launching was even easier and being as the nights are drawing in I thought the main priority should be finding a suitable camp spot.
I set the tent up just as the dark came so the first night was spent mostly reading from the comfort of my sleeping bag. Next morning I packed the canoe and just had a general explore around, stopping for lunch on one of the islands. I was amazed how much the water dropped over night and through the day, making finding a camp site a lot easier.
The final morning was an early strike of camp and pretty much straight back to the car, as I had planned a trip to the Annandale distillery on my way back home. Those of you that know me know how much I enjoy a single malt, and though the Annandale is still very young I very much enjoyed their expressions.
I’m pretty terrible at remembering to take pictures, but here are a few that I did get of a glass calm Loch and of course, lunch.