Just back from a long weekend up at Loch Shiel feeding the midgies.
I stayed the first night on the wee island at Glenfinnan...
...and met with Shewie and Gailainne on the saturday morning. Rich and I shuttled a car to Loch Moidart while Stephen put the finishing touches on his latest creation.
And off we go.
At first camp Rich slept off the all-night drive and Stephen took his first steps into the world of sailing.
Meant to thank 1972 for the canvas bags we traded. They've transformed the ease of storage on the wee canoe.
Next day we carried on through some lovely scenery.
Camp that night was paradise. A perfect anti midgie breeze while we ate and relaxed. When the mist dropped and the smirr got heavy we were ready for a kip and an early start anyway.
Next morning we took a nosey up the River Polloch.
We were curious about the big pools on the map and right enough, they're curious big pools.
Any stationary object became a damselfly mating ground. There were loads of them.
Rich proclaimed this a nice looking spot for lunch...
...and he wasn't wrong.
Oh, shiny!
Around then the wind swung round and from the cemetery island we could see it was going to be tougher going for a while.
Still, we got our heads down and bay hopped along, stopping for a rest and walk at one point...
...then in the evening the wind died off as the loch narrowed. This's looking back we way we've just come.
The river was a nightmare. The level was awfy low and the boats all took a beating.
Wayhay, salt! Rich looking as pleased as I felt too about hitting Loch Moidart.
We headed out the channel and found a spot for the night.
Loch Moidart was lovely. We had a good mooch around it on the last day.
Josh
I stayed the first night on the wee island at Glenfinnan...
...and met with Shewie and Gailainne on the saturday morning. Rich and I shuttled a car to Loch Moidart while Stephen put the finishing touches on his latest creation.
And off we go.
At first camp Rich slept off the all-night drive and Stephen took his first steps into the world of sailing.
Meant to thank 1972 for the canvas bags we traded. They've transformed the ease of storage on the wee canoe.
Next day we carried on through some lovely scenery.
Camp that night was paradise. A perfect anti midgie breeze while we ate and relaxed. When the mist dropped and the smirr got heavy we were ready for a kip and an early start anyway.
Next morning we took a nosey up the River Polloch.
We were curious about the big pools on the map and right enough, they're curious big pools.
Any stationary object became a damselfly mating ground. There were loads of them.
Rich proclaimed this a nice looking spot for lunch...
...and he wasn't wrong.
Oh, shiny!
Around then the wind swung round and from the cemetery island we could see it was going to be tougher going for a while.
Still, we got our heads down and bay hopped along, stopping for a rest and walk at one point...
...then in the evening the wind died off as the loch narrowed. This's looking back we way we've just come.
The river was a nightmare. The level was awfy low and the boats all took a beating.
Wayhay, salt! Rich looking as pleased as I felt too about hitting Loch Moidart.
We headed out the channel and found a spot for the night.
Loch Moidart was lovely. We had a good mooch around it on the last day.
Josh
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