I've also passed my UKCC level 2 and with it I've spent alot of Tuesdays up at Lochore coaching, add in a few sea trips round the Fife coast, helping Hubby dear run 3* training courses, a few Friday evenings up to Stanley and a very wet trip up the Braan. I've also got a gorgeous new Grand daughter, the Kayakey Kid has a wee sister. All in all great fun.
|Eilean Donan castle|
It was now time to have a bit of a longer paddle, so in August I arranged a weekend trip up to Skye for a few members of FCAG - Steve, Robyn, Heather, Young Trevor, Kevin, Hubby dear and myself. I decided to have a base camp this time rather than wild camp around as I wasn't sure at the organising time who would be going. The base was to be at Ashaig camp site, near Breakish. We arrived late on the Friday evening and pitched our tents in the Quiet camp (as opposed to the Very quiet section) then proceeded to have a wee chinwag and music courtesy of Steve with his guitar until goodness knows how late.
|Robyn, determined to tan her legs!|
|Young Trev under the Skye bridge|
The benefit of a campsite was a very welcome hot shower. They also had sheds we could hang our kit in. The guys went off to collect the cars (and Steve) from Plockton. After a well earned tea, we carried on with the music and chinwag from the previous evening.
|Steve serenading Young Trevor|
|Kevin's obviously got too much energy!|
We set off in more crystal clear waters and headed over to Soay. Young Trevor would have liked to paddle round it, but that will have to wait for another trip.
|Thumbs up from Young Trevor, made it to Soay|
|Steve trying to get past Young Trevor|
We stopped for a quick stretch of the legs (in Steve's case, back) before having a nosey in some caves, then heading over to Ulfhart Point for lunch. This is where we had a Golden eagle soaring over us. I don't think it was eyeing up our oatcakes. We didn't hang around too long as the midges were also on their lunch break, feasting on us. There is always a benefit to having a bit of a breeze on Skye!
We set off round the corner and looked right into the heart of the Cuillins - what a magnificent sight. It really does make you realise what fantastic paddling areas Scotland has. Robyn was mesmerised by how many seals kept bobbing around her - hundreds.
|Has Robyn shrunk or has Steve and Young Trevor grown|
We pulled the boats up by the waterfall flowing from Loch Coruisk and had a dawnder up the side of the river. What is amazing is how this remote bit of land can be so busy, obviously all the drivers and passengers from the mass carpark in Elgol! The headwind was now picking up again as we made our way back to Elgol. Another satisfying paddle followed by more music and chinwag.
That night the wind was really picking up, wasn't supposed to until the following afternoon. Anywhere we went was going to be breezy. We were only having a short trip today as we would be heading home. We packed up our campsite and made for Kylerhea to have a little play. Steve decided against this paddle, he's really needing to work on his guitar / beer lifting muscles! We had a great couple of hours here.
|Heather and Sarah putting in at Kylerhea|
|Hubby dear in the bumpy stuff|
|Me and Kevin surfing|
|Me, Kevin, Young Trevor and Robyn all surfing|
(Hubby dear took the photo or he'd be there too)
It was now time to get home to dry out the kit for the Tuesday loch session and our weekend away the next week.