The rain gradually eased as we approached...
...the rocky reefs of
Rubha Chlachan on the Mull of Kintyre but the...
...speed of the tide was increasing and...
...we flew past the point at 10km/hr.
At this point I noticed that my companions had fallen rather silent.
I was not sure if their normal level of conversation had dried up due to the unaccustomed early start or whether it was due to...
...the imposing ambience of the situation as we approached
Sron Uamha where the tide increased to 12km/hr (30 minutes after slack water on a neap tide!) and...
...we caught sight of a seemingly endless series of headlands stretching ahead. The End of World feeling was amplified...
...as we met the 1m Atlantic swells that rolled...
...steadily in against the tide from the open ocean to the west. The silence would last a little longer.
