My route through May and June and into July, time to watch the ring plovers and oyster catcher chicks from a twinkle in their parents eye to independent teenagers. With only myself to please I spent a lot of time watching wildlife. Time becoming more and more irrelevant, only the tides marking the passage of the day.
Part 1 Moidart to Sleat
Sparkling water
and rough weather on Sgurr na Ciche
After the wind, calm as only a deep loch can be
crossing to Rum, 10nm running downwind
A minke's paw collected by a raven
Idyllic camping
Approaching Sleat from Eigg, pleased to be back in shelter after a bumpy sea for 2 hours and a close encounter with a Calmac ferry resolved by a chat on the VHF as I was hidden in the ocean billows.
