|Heading over to Horse Island|
Thankfully Ansgar decided to postpone the trip til later in the year.
Fast forward to September, when the trip was rearranged for.
|Ansgar and Maureen|
Hubby dear and I made our way up to Ullapool on the Friday evening, set up the tent, then went off in search of the rest of the group in the Ceilidh Place. As often with trips, some paddlers had called off, but this left us with the perfect size of group - we all fitted round the pub table nicely, sorry, map nicely! Plans were made to meet the next morning by the jetty in Dorney Bay. Plans set, socialising continued and what a good chat we got through, even though we didn't know each other (I'd only met Ansgar before) - it was going to be a good trip.
Next morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed (?) we met at the jetty, well huddled beside Ansgar's van to get out of the wind. We decided to head down the coast a bit where we would (possibly) get a more sheltered paddle. Our new put in was next to a burial ground - Oh dear!
We set off for Horse Island, crept round the top and came across 2 otters, playing away, totally oblivious to us. They very nearly landed on Peter's boat. We carried on round the island before battling back across the bay to have lunch.
|The coral beach in one direction|
|and the other direction.|
Back in Ullapool after dinner, we met up again. Ansgar had checked the weather. It was due to calm down the next day, we should hopefully make it out to the Priest Island.
|Peter and Maureen|
That night the wind picked up, really picked up and I reckoned Asgar's forecast was a wee bit wrong. It was blowing a hooley. For a fair bit of the night, all that could be heard along with the wind was folks tent zips, then pegs being banged in, before the zips went again. Not exactly a peaceful nights sleep. About 3.30 the wind suddenly died. It was like it had been switched off.
All too soon we were heading back to the cars having had a fantastic days paddling. A thoroughly enjoyable weekend and well worth the wait.