Thursday, 10 July 2014
A sufficiency of shell sand shores
After enjoying a second breakfast of fruit, biscuits and coffee we left the beach with some reluctance - it's a place where hours can slip by unnoticed. We left it to the couple who'd been there when we arrived and a family on an adjacent section of beach. When we came back past this way in the late afternoon a yacht and a RHIB anchored were in the bay and ten or so people were on the beach - it seemed crowded and we didn't stop.
Our journey in the Sound of Arisaig continued; we took in small islands, a bronze age hill fort and of course......
...several white sand beaches! This one is just a few kilometres from the first but less easily accessed. As a result it was deserted except for a few shorebirds and our brief visit. there had been visitors though, the tell-tale marks of a couple of kayak keels and a small, hardly noticeable patch of flattened grass evidence of a low impact camp the previous night.
We turned around to retrace our route in the afternoon, the view to the Skye Cuillin drawing us back towards the launch site. Our journey in the Sound of Arisaig was a little short of 30 kilometres on a day of perfect weather; Scotland at her smiling best. The following day would see the area lashed by gale force winds and heavy rain; you have to make the most of the good days!
White beaches had been on the wish list - and insofar as such a thing is possible we'd enjoyed a sufficiency of shell sand shores!