I was glad I had taken the trouble of stopping to clear the condensation from my camera lens because the combination...
..of mist and...
...early morning light created a surreal effect on the waters of Loch Shiel.
By this time Ian and Mike were just dots on the horizon and added scale to the scene.
As the sun rose it gradually burned the mist off Gaskan Wood, which was just as well because...
,,,there was not a breath of wind to blow it away.
The cold grey mist still hung about the higher crags and contrasted with the warm rich russet browns of last year's bracken.
For some time my eye had been drawn down the loch to
Eilean Comhlach which, with its reflection, made such a pretty picture. Its name could be isle of the meeting place, fellow warrior or suckling pig. Several lochs have islands where warring chieftans met without fear of being ambushed by each other's men.
However, I resisted the temptation to be completely captivated by the isle and turned to face the way we had come.
I was rewarded by this scene of mountains and mist closing in round the heads of the loch.
We had each been paddling in our own space but were all drawn to...
...paddle towards...
...the magical isle of Eilean Comhlach, where we regrouped and met.
We circumnavigated both it and its smaller neighbour.
We lingered as long as we could but the...
...sun was now rising quickly and we had a long way to go. It was with some regret that we left Eilean Comhlach. We each agreed that it was already one of our most memorable days on the water and yet it was only 08:22!
