Eigg stands alone , stark . Dark silhouette , brooding sentinel , An Old Master . Her ancient rock holds fast In a living sea , changing colour , With brush strokes of the sun .
PADDLER
SATURDAY
We arrived Saturday . Times staggered by distance , vehicle and style . Glynn ( desperate for a brew ) proudly announced his ageing ' Defender ' had overtaken a bicycle on his long journey from Derbyshire . Kathryn and Molly were quickly organised , having treated themselves in the local Hotel . Very soon , plans started to form .
Our first day was a planned ‘ shake down ’ day . Strong winds out of the north , so considering tide and wind , we paddled south and around the outside of the Arisaig Skerries . Wind and a chunky swell gave challenge but all within capabilities .
Kathryn , relatively new to ocean swell rode the waves with determination and style ! Passing Luinga Mhor , we entered the Skerries via the South Channel for sunshine , lunch and a rising tide . The views , both geographical and biological hereabouts , are truly outstanding . Many Common seals and a dazzling abundance of flowers . The Cuilin of Skye , Rhum and the amazing outline of Eigg . All changing colours in the bright , breezy conditions .
The natural harbour of Arisaig was now filling rapidly , so we paddled out of a more landward gap ( Caolas Eilean Ighe ), hiding from the breeze for the short journey home .
Eigg stands alone , stark . Dark silhouette , brooding sentinel , An Old Master . Her ancient rock holds fast In a living sea , changing colour , With brush strokes of the sun .
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