Blà Bheinn looking fierce above Isleornsay on Skye. View from Knoydart, Scotland.
I’ve just enjoyed a coffee in my tent to discover a juicy, highly caffeinated, slug curled around the bottom of the mug. Later, when I try to walk, the force of the wind carelessly pushes me to my knees. By the evening I’ve only covered nine kilometres after eleven hours of exertion due to the wind and terrain being exceptionally draining, I’m so weary that I have to psyche myself up to climb the last deer fence by torch light. I’m woken at 1am with an itch on my waist where I find and remove an engorged tick surrounded by a rash.
A loving convergence. Stable at Croulin, Knoydart, Scotland.
Strandline. Croulin, Knoydart, Scotland.
Beinn Sgritheall from Knoydart, Scotland.
Croulin, Knoydart, Scotland.
Creels at Croulin, Knoydart, Scotland.
A charismatic Knoydart beastie, Croulin.
Strandline II. Croulin, Knoydart, Scotland.
The North shore of Knoydart by Loch Hourn looking towards Kinlochourn, Scotland.
Salmon farm, Loch Hourn, Scotland.
Corran, Loch Hourn, Scotland.
The impassable cliffs below Creag an t-Sagairt on the north edge of Knoydart by Loch Hourn, Scotland.
Loch Hourn from Knoydart, Scotland.
A moment of golden light, Creag Cadha na Muic, Knoydart, Scotland.
Coire Sgamadail, Knoydart, Scotland.
Last light Coire Sgamadail & Loch Hourn, Knoydart, Scotland.
Nightfall above Knoydart, Scotland.
A good start at Rubha Ard Slisneach overlooking Beinn Sgritheal(before the slug!).
Thanks very much but I think I’ll try my luck with the boulders!
Beinn Sgritheal gettng closer.
A few happy metres with an easy path at Croulin.
I sheltered and ate in the wood store of this secluded cabin by Loch Hourn during heavy rain and wind.
The two metre high deer fences even extend to the waterline here. I gingerly edged around this below the lowest post on the barnacle encrusted rocks.
Must be hard work putting these deer fences up here. Makes it difficult for hikers to go cross country though.
Starting the slow descent to Loch Hourn down Glac nan Sgadan.
I was so exhausted by the end of this day that I could hardly haul myself and my bag over this final two-metre high deer fence to find some flat groud for the tent.
A much needed meal at 9pm after getting the tent up.
Camp at Rubha Ruadh, Loch Hourn, Scotland.
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