As we paddled SW down Loch Shiel, the sun began to...
...occasionally break through the cloud creating ever changing patterns of light and shade on the crags above and...
...the forests below.
Although there are many attractive shingle beaches the camping behind some of them is difficult due to bog and tussocky grass and we intended getting well down the loch before being stopped by nightfall about 6pm.
Glenfinnan was now well behind us and we...
...entered a great amphitheatre in the mountains which became...
...wilder and wilder. The roaring of rutting red deer stags echoed round the high glens a sound truly evocative of autumn in Scotland.
The only sign of the hand of man was a lumber track which wound its way round the headlands on the SE shore but there was no sign of vehicles or people.
We enjoyed each other's company as...
...we shared this magnificent...
...wilderness of rocky summits which...
...tumbled down to deciduous forests which...
...clothed the north west shore in...
...superb autumn colours.
Every so often we would stop and turn to look...
...back the way we had come.
Shadows from the clouds were racing across the hillsides, driven by the increasing wind.
As we approached the wild delta at the mouth of the river which flows into Loch Shiel from Glen Aladale, we found this somewhat incongruously but gloriously situated chair.
