The east wind whistled straight down Loch Sunart from the icy slopes...
...of Garbh Bheinn at its head.
To the west gathering snow clouds darkened the sky but...
...the view to the east continued to clear and patches of blue sky appeared and bursts of sunlight dappled the hillsides.
Mike spotted a rare beach of sand so it was undoubtedly time for second luncheon...]
...which we enjoyed on the rocks below the ancient oak woods of Sunart, which come right down to the shore.
We poured some excellent Jura, which went down extremely well. However this blog has been spammed recently by "a responsible seakayaker" who is very unhappy that I am setting a bad example by portraying drinking while sea kayaking. Here is this morning's example:
"I am a responsible sea kayaker and I strongly object to your repeated glorification of the consumption of alcohol on your sea kayaking trips. Have you no insight into the bad example you are setting to impressionable sea kayakers whose lives are endangered by your irresponsibility? You should be ashamed of yourself."
Just in case there are any impressionable sea kayakers out there who feel they are unduly influenced by our luncheon habits (we never imbibe with breakfast by the way), let me just say that:
"Alcohol can impair your judgement, affect your coordination, make you more liable to exposure and if you are male, make you impotent."
I trust any impressionable readers have now been well and truly warned of the evils and dangers of drink. Anyway back to a pleasant luncheon and a dram of Jura...
...Cheers "responsible seakayaker", slàinte mhòr!
Please see below for comments and also
Ian's post on his blog with comments also.
It was now time to return to the waiting boats as...
...yet more snow showers gathered ...
...round the loch but at least the...
...wind slowly dropped away.
As the clouds gathered, the only clear sky was to the east through the "tunnel" of Glen Tarbert. The sun was shining on
Sgorr nam Fiannaidh 967m some 35 km distant. Its sunlit slopes acted as a beacon and guided us safely home, through the darkening skies and snow showers of Loch Sunart.
After saying goodbye to Simon and Liz, Ian Mike and I drove back to Corran where the ferry was crossing Loch Linnhe from the Lochaber side.
After a short ferry crossing and drive we arrived back at the Ballachuilish Hotel for a hot bath, an excellent meal and several pints of sports recovery drinks.
At only 20 kilometres this was a short trip but we felt we had made the most of an unpromising winter day and had enjoyed great company.
