From Marc Gerard:
Around to the car park at Arivegaig, glance at each other over the “unexploded munitions” sign, and then set off on the path round Kentra Bay to the Singing Sands at Camas an Lighe.
Having been here three years ago and failed to make the sand sing, a somewhat more determined and scientifically-driven bout of foot shuffling was undertaken. It failed. Break out the sausage and Daddies sandwiches.
Something odd was spotted sloshing around at the water’s edge – we seemed to have stumbled upon some incredible, new-to-science marine creature with enormous suckers and reddish skin. Sadly, any prospects of fame and fortune appeared shattered when closer inspection and prodding with a walking pole revealed that the suckers were in fact vertebrae, and that they were stuck to a reddish skin which was actually furry. Now, we’re no experts, but we considered our suspicions confirmed when it became clear that this marine creature also appeared to have one leg and a cloven hoof. This was apparently just part of the remains of a small deer which had maybe come a cropper some time ago somewhere along the coastline.
The return to the car was punctuated by sharp showers and wonderful rainbows.
Thursday held the promise of another clear day, although it was certainly blowy. Maybe heading for the north coast would afford some shelter – Sanna became the chosen destination with a gentle stroll to Portuairk and back being the mission. A brief detour to sunny Kilchoan to get Lottery tickets (the continual, increasingly desperate quest to secure the wherewithal to spend more time in the Highlands) and then it was off to Sanna. Arriving at Sanna’s car park it immediately became clear that the wind was blowing just as hard here as elsewhere and, furthermore, things were turning cool and cloudy.
Once off the beach the walk over to Portuairk did provide some shelter, and the pause at a bench in Portuairk was rather pleasant as things brightened up. Yet again, the sausage and Daddies sandwiches worked their magic.
Back at base the red deer and pine martens provided the usual early evening entertainment, as did the rather more-ish Talisker Port Ruighe.
And that was it, the two weeks were sadly over and Skye and Ardnamurchan had yet again weaved their respective magic.
Back for 2015? – yes, God willing. The Skye and Ardnamurchan combo will be repeated, with a return to the same cottage at Glenborrodale quickly being the first element decided. Ten months and counting…
Many thanks to Marc Gerard for pictures and story.