"Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something"
Eurthymics
Imagine the crackle of the fire over the distant low murmur of the Grey Dogs tidal race. The aromatic smell of well seasoned driftwood mingles with the peaty aroma of a Jura malt whisky. In the distance the embers of the dying sun linger behind distant Ben More on Mull. Slowly darkness encroaches and the cobbles on the beach are lit with the flickering light of the fire. Tales of great seakayaking voyages are exchanged in hushed tones until tiredness brings on silent contemplation.
Sea kayaking dreams are made of this and we found and lived them on Scarba.
Hi Douglas,
ReplyDeleteDo you know that a bunch of crazy Italians are living their sweet dreams in Scotland right now.
They should be around the Isle of Mull now.
Their blog is here:
http://aroundhighlands.blogspot.com/
Hello René, Thank you and yes, I already wished them bon voyage. I know they have a long way to go but I do hope they do not rush too much, there is some cracking paddling ahead of them.
ReplyDeleteYou're writing has me tasting it, your photographs have me smelling it. Well, it doesn't get much better. Thanks again Douglas.
ReplyDeleteHi Douglas,
ReplyDeleteMet you on your circumnavigation of the Garvellachs in May 2008, there were 6 of us from the Oban Kayak Club heading down to the South end of the Islands as you were making your way up! Might see you again paddling in our playground.
Greetings Gus, it was a great pleasure to meet you. I will post more photos of that trip later in the summer. You are fortunate to have such interesting waters in your back yard!
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