The week which straddled September and October 2015 brought the seventh autumn visit in a row to Ardnamurchan. Previous years had established an ideal holiday itinerary of a first week on Skye followed by another on Ardnamurchan, and this year was no different. The first week's weather often followed the fairly typical Skye pattern of several seasons in one day, but was mostly set fair.
The change-over day's journey included a flat-calm crossing to Mallaig and a picnic stop at the white sands of Camusdarach. The remaining drive through Moidart introduced us to the autumn colours which Skye does not necessarily hit you with, and, as the sun came out, arrival at Salen and the road along Loch Sunart ramped things up into the "technicolor" category.
Our base in Glenborrodale, as it had last year and in stark contrast to the previous week's more exposed and open location, placed us in a cottage nestled amongst that burgeoning autumn colour on the shores of Loch Sunart with a view across to Carna, all in all a place for which the word tranquil was surely invented. The cottage's owner promised a week of fine weather, as did the long-range forecast, and having only had one full day of rain on Skye we couldn't quite believe our luck.
Monday was bright with a little high cloud but breezy. Ben Hiant was selected as the day's destination. Stepping out of the car at the wind-turbine parking area made it clear that the wind was, appropriately enough, far stronger than down on the sheltered shores of the loch and would surely strengthen as we climbed, but we were committed. Last year's foray up this hill was interrupted by an enforced pause on the way up at a point now known as "crisis corner" - the individual concerned was determined to get that particular monkey off their back.
The next day started bright and clear and the wind had dropped - beach time. Destination, Sanna. A herd of cattle just around a bend near the Fascadale road junction caused a brief raising of the heartbeat as they seemed to resolutely prefer the tarmac to the grass, but arrival at Sanna gave us just what we had hoped for.....
The evening, back at base, brought the first of the week's wildlife extravaganzas....
Part 2 to follow.
This is the third year in which Marc has sent pictures and story of his Ardnamurchan holiday.
Many thanks to him for taking so much trouble.