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| Paddling through the Sound of Taransay |
Next morning we leave the peaceful bay and paddle round past Luskentyre dunes. These sands are one of the few memories I have of Harris from when I was young in the year dot. We carry on through the crystal clear turquoise waters until we reach the Taransay spit where two tides collide as they meet. The day we were there the sea was lovely and calm, but there was still a bit spitting going on. I can only imagine what it would be like with a bit of a swell.
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| Not too much spitting |
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| Coffee time |
After a quick break, we carried on to the end of Taransay and crossed over to Loch Leosavay where we had lunch in another stunning setting.
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| Loch Leosavay |
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| Carl chilling out |
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| Amhuinnsuidhe Castle |
We then carried on round to Scarp with even more wonderful beaches.
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| Afternoon break |
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| Tough paddling |
After a rather inelegant exit from my kayak, I thought it was time for a bit of self rescue practise and generally getting wet. The Cuma met us in the next bay before we headed over to Loch Tamnabhaigh again for the evening.
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| Oops! |
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