Magical Loch Coruisk

The locals seem to be complaining about too many folks on Skye. Well last May we added to that with a club trip up to the island.

A quick dip with the Fairies

Feeling on top of the world

 Ken and I went up a bit earlier giving us the chance to go up and see the Fairy Pools along with everyone else on Skye that day! We also had the chance to have a clamber up Blaven, quite spectacular!
 All this before the other paddlers arrived. Once they did and were all set up with their tents we had a quick evening trip out from  Kyleakin, round the corner and in to see the Leopard Man's bothy.

Next morning, well it wouldn't be a trip to Skye without a wee visit to Kylerhea. We spent the day playing there before a group of us paddled back to Kyleakin.

Our next day was one of my best trips, a trip out from Elgol. 

It's not my first trip from here, I've been a few times now. For most of the group it was their first trip. We eventually got on the water and set off along the coast, playing in the rocks as we went. One of the ladies eventually asked what the chances of seeing an otter was. My answer, pretty slim, considering there were 10 of us all chatting away. Next thing we know, a few yards out, there was an otter. It disappeared fairly quickly, however on the other side of us was another otter. I reckon they were both quite young as they didn't seem at all afraid of us. This second one climbed out with a huge fish, sat on a rock and proceeded to devour it. It was not giving up this fish for anyone, not even 10 sea kayakers, all delighted to be watching this at such close quarters.

We carried on across Loch Scavaig and into the heart of the Cuillins. We had decided to go a wee bit further, so hauled the boats out, then working together, lugged them up to Loch Coruisk, further than I seem to remember it being, possibly as I wasn't humphing a boat last time! Once up on Loch Coruisk, we paddled even further into the Cuillins. Paddling up there seemed to make it even more magical. We stopped for lunch, well almost tea! at the far end next to the crystal clear water coming down from the mountains.

 Once back at the top of the Scavaig river, we decided to float the boats back down to the sea. That was quite interesting! The wind had picked up just enough to give us a gentle swell to surf all the way back to Elgol. A rather excellent days paddling!

Lunch spot

Snack spot

Next morning was a tad drizzly, 6 of us set out from Plockton for a fairly gentle plod back down to Kyleakin before the long drive back home.

Rataganadingdan

Low tide

Half way there!

Back at the beginning of September, a group from FSKC met up at Ratagan youth hostel. 

It was great to meet some new faces and also to get out with folks I've paddled before with. A first time back in a youth hostel since I was a youth (quite some time ago now!), Hubby dear's first time altogether. 

 

Coral beach lunch spot

On Saturday we had a lovely paddle, putting in at Plockton, and then coming under the Skye bridge before a long paddle back to Dornie via Eilean Donan. We stopped on our way to pick a large bag of the biggest mussels I've seen, which meant we then had to stop off and buy wine to cook them in, which then meant we had to drink what  wine we didn't use for cooking. They were the best, biggest, juiciest mussels I've ever had, delicious!

Our afternoon paddle

Tea and cake!

Heading for a pot of gold

Eilean Donan castle

Sunday saw various groups go their merry ways. David and Lorna went to clamber up some Forking (?) ridge, Fran and Jonathon had a leisurely (!!!) pedal up the hill behind the hostel, over the ferry at Glenelg before cycling via the Skye bridge back to the hostel

 

. More went down to Sandaig, either walking or paddling.

Hubby dear thinks he can stop the flow!

 

 

 

Hubby dear, David M, Jeff and I went for a play down at Kylerhea.

 We started off ferrygliding back and forth with quite a blustery wind, then down round the corner for elevenses where we saw evidence of a very recent otter visit. Back on the water, we spotted the tail end of the otter just as it dived down. By the time we crossed back over to the other side, it was lunchtime.

This is the moment I spotted an ENORMOUS red Lions Main jellyfish swooshing through the flow

A selfie taken on the wave!

We stopped for a while as the tide had changed direction and we were waiting for it to pick up to its 6 knot flow. This gave us a chance to practice edging and cutting in and out of the flow. We then popped over to the other side to try it over there, otherwise, we’d only be good on one side resulting in us paddling forever more in continuous circles! Then back again to watch the wave develop.

 

 

After playing for ages on the wave, exhausted, we decided to call it a day. All great fun.

A truly wonderful weekend.

Grabbing a coffee in what must be the smallest coffee shop around!

Skye August 2012

It's been a while since I last wrote anything here. It's not due to lack of paddling, in fact quite the opposite, I seem to be suffering from permadamp at the moment. Since my wonderful St Kilda trip, I've been a mock student for an open boat moderate water assessment, yes, me in an open boat in quite fast water, well it was for me!
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.

Plockton

 

Next morning we took the cars up to Plockton, launched the boats into beautifully clear waters before paddling up to Stromeferry to stop for some lunch. The weather had been lovely as we set back off along the north shore of Loch Carron, via the lighthouse. This was where Steve called it a day. All this guitar playing and beer bottle lifting had jiggered his back! He managed to fill in the rest of the afternoon skipping between chip shops and pubs. The rest of us carried on cutting through all the lovely wee islands, watching and being watched by masses of inquisitive seals. Young Trevor was determined to have a jaunt under the Skye bridge, so off we set. I'm not sure quite what happened under that bridge, but on one side the water was lovely and calm, just a wee breeze in the air, on the other side, where we were going to have a wee breather, the wind had picked up and there was no way we would be landing here. The waves were getting very interesting - and big! Robyn is a very good, but fairly new paddler who had never been in these conditions before and her eyes seemed to get bigger in time with the waves! Kevin, who had been on a bit of a detour with Heather, passed us here with Heather on tow. Young Trevor was putting his well honed support strokes to the test with a rather excellent brace when he was about wiped out by a massive wave hitting a submerged rock just as he passed. By now I had Robyn on a tow. We were supposed to be heading back to the airstrip at Ashaig, where there would be a lane taking us right back up to the campsite, however, Kevin had already landed and was out of the boat in the earlier bay. This meant a long walk in soggy kit - lovely - not!

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

Next morning after a slice of lovely thick porridge topped with midges, we set off in the sunshine down to Elgol on the side of Loch Scavaig. This lovely little village looked like a massive carpark, obviously, everyone was going to the same place as us, Loch Coruisk. I don't blame them, it's a trip I've wanted to do since I started sea paddling.

Today's destination

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.

Soay

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

Kevin Surfing

Me and Kevin surfing

Me, Kevin, Young Trevor and Robyn all surfing
(Hubby dear took the photo or he'd be there too)

Young Trevor, Robyn  and Heather hasn't paddled here before and spent some time breaking out and in catching the flow. Robyn had a bit of a swim here, just to cool down!! Then we had a play on the waves with Robyn and Young Trevor doing really well. Unfortunately the fun had to come to an end, we got off the water, had some lunch before taking the ferry across  to Glenelg then on through Glensheil where the heaven's opened and turned the trickling waterfalls we'd passed on the way up into gushing torrents.
It was now time to get home to dry out the kit for the Tuesday loch session and our weekend away the next week.

If you're looking for  campsite on Skye, I would highly recommend Ashaig. They are very friendly, helpful and have open fire pits dotted round the site. Great for toasting marshmallows and midges.