After yet more inspiring during along the coast roads we stopped for a walk to the Falls of Kirkaig, a couple of miles along a glen following the river upstream. The path was rough but manageable, and the falls worth the effort alone, but the cherry on the top was by a walking another few hundred yards and creating a small hill to give a breathtaking view of Suilven and other peaks of the Assynt.
The sun kindly dipped below a band of cloud to set fire to the landscape whilst Red Deer wandered nearby, Stags bellowing across the hillsides, and is doing a merry little jig at the beauty of it all.
Scotland is quickly becoming our top place for its scenery.
On the other hand, we’ve now lost the best of the weather, at least for the rest of the week, so we have spent today retreating to the east and will lurk around Inverness until the weather improves. At least it’s dry here, although a bit on the windy side!
A lovely drive around the coast via Drumbeg, some great views of the impressive hills of the Assynt, and almost a lovely sunset, but some nice clouds nonetheless, followed by a night of rain.
A damp start, but a cracking finish, one of the balmiest days so far. We headed out for a walk to Britain’s highest waterfall, Eas a Chúal Aluinn.
It has to be said, we failed, but had a lovely time. Given how fine the afternoon was turning out, we fancied a circular walk to return over Glas Bheinn, but realised that we were only making one mile per hour over rocky and boggy ground, even though the path was easy to follow. We crested the hill and got a good view across the valley to the falls, but decided given the daylight remaining it would be prudent to turn around and keep it short, rather than get stuck up a hill in the dark.
Still, a rewarding day out, and some fabulous views, especially of Quinag.
Another day, another walk. After a drive around a tiny, winding road following the coast, we arrived at Tarbet, from which you can, in the summer, get a boat across the bay to Handa Island, a bird sanctuary.
We opted for the walk over the headland to Scourie, despite the warning sign advising of its poorly way marked and challenging nature. We decided we were up to it.
Hard work though. Whilst the route was well worn and easy to follow you could see how easily you could get disorientated if the weather closed in. Only 6 miles but Mel has been nursing a bad back the last few days so we’ve been keeping the walks moderate.
Moving around to the west side of the Cape Wrath peninsula, we drove out to the charming bay at Droman, and then set off on a walk to Sandwood Bay, one of Scotland’s most secluded beaches.
We took the less travelled route on the way out, which ended up with about a mile of heather thrashing and bog hopping to join back up with the main path, but the walk all the better for it.
The views on the way we’re just lovely, and the beach itself pure white golden sands.
Back at the can and wildcamping by Dromen Pier for the night, we were treated to a lovely sunset to round off the day.
A slightly wetter than desired start, but it soon have way to a calm and pleasant day. The morning started with a brief, damp visit to Ceannabeinne Beach, a lovely cove with golden sands. Followed by the contrasting Smoo Cave, a deep, narrow cove terminating by a deep cave, part carved by the sea, and part by an underground river.
The afternoon was bright and warmer than the morning, and allowed for a very agreeable stroll around the Faraid peninsula including clambering up and down the sand dunes, a very delightful stroll along Balnakeil Beach, followed by a spectacular Mocha (hot chocolate and espresso) courtesy of the obliging Mountain Mocha cafe at the Balnakeil Craft Village, who stayed open just for us.
The military use Cape Wrath, the most North Western tip of the UK as a live firing range, and they’ve spent the last two days shelling it. There’s been a couple of navy ships about 10 miles off shore loving various sizes bombs into the area around Loch Inshore, plus bombers circling around for sorties and bombing runs. Most of the explosions have been hidden by the ridge on the other side of Balnakeil Bay, apart from the occasional waft of smoke. But they seem to be getting through a fair amount of ordnance.
Less of your lip.
A splendid 12 mile walk around the estuary that forms the Kyle of Tongue. Passing showers that we mostly avoided. After walking up the hill to Castle Varrich, we romped across the heather clad hills to avoid walking on the road. A successful bit of roaming at last.
As we turned the corner at the end of the Kyle, we met a passing ornithologist, who pointed us to a pair of Golden Eagles up ahead, and we were lucky enough to be able to watch them for a while.
A very enjoyable day, rounded off by a pleasant drive across the headland and around Loch Eriboll to Durness, followed by a pub meal in the Smoo Hotel and overnight in their carpark. Even a wee dram into the bargain.
Beautiful sunrise this morning, lovely, soft hues. Shame the roadworks on the causeway started at 8am, but there you go.
Time for a walk I think.
This morning I had to spend time doing some work. I know, on a Sunday! But I needed to get something sent off whilst I still had good internet access, so whilst Mel toured the shops of Inverness, I took advantage of some coffee, cake and wifi. Job done, on more than one account.
Our mission was then to get as far north as possible, so we drove cross country, passing Lairg, the Bonar Bridge and Altnaharra before arriving in Tongue. I can tell you, the views were spectacular in the late afternoon and evening sun. Passing showers added to the drama, and at one point, a stunning double rainbow.
We found a fabulous wild camping spot on the edge of the estuary, so hopefully the morning view should be a cracker. As it turns out, we even have good mobile broadband coverage here!
Hoping for a good day tomorrow, forecast is promising for the week ahead, so time to get some good walks in. New walking trousers and rucksack to put to the test!
A little wander along Loch Ness, but no sign of Nessie. Although we took the scenic route along the East shore, up over the hills. Ridiculous number of Red Deer stags bellowing across the hills. Hard to spot, but maybe a dozen in a few square miles.
We didn’t bother with walking up Ben Nevis, just passing through here at the moment, will see if we can get a good day on the way back to try it. Might even be some snow then!