Showing posts with label Pabaigh Mor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pabaigh Mor. Show all posts
Monday, 8 August 2011
A blue lagoon and a deserted island
The lagoon between Pabaigh Mor and Pabaigh Beag was astonishingly beautiful in the sunshine. The colours of the water and the sand were a riot of blue, turqoise and shimmering white.
There is an upper, tidal lagoon which was emptying into the main lagoon. with a bit of effort we managed to paddle up into it - here Liz shows the way uphill!
Whilst we played around doing balance exercises (including a rather impressive cockpit headstand by Callum) and rescue practice in the upper lagoon, Simon set up a camera on the shore.
We took our turn at having our thoughts on the trip recorded, Simon asking each of us about diffferent aspects.
As a location for filming, this was pretty special!
Pabaigh Mor has a ruined kirk, the origin of the name "big island of the priests". In 1827 the crofters were cleared from the island to make way for sheep - a familiar story. In 1861 two Banffshire fishing crews totalling fifteen fishermen and two female cooks were living in one of the caves during the fishing season. A fish holding trap made of an arc of stones is visible in the upper lagoon. At the 1871 census there were nine men from Uig living in a tent on the island, but it has been uninhabited since.
After the First World War it was claimed that boxes of provisions were found on the island and that a German U-Boat had made secretive visits to resupply.
By the time the interviews were completed and we left the upper lagoon the tide had turned and the flood was entering from the main lagoon. It wasn't as hard to paddle against as on the way in, but Pabaigh's beautiful blue lagoon is a hard place to leave in more than one respect! If you go there, save it for a sunny day and enjoy the unique atmosphere of this special place.
Sunday, 7 August 2011
Kayaking the west coast of Pabaigh Mor
Our last day onboard Cuma started with sunny spells. After breakfast, Gary weighed anchor and Murdani took us out of Loch Reasort and turned north up the west coast of Lewis. There was a heavy swell running all the way up, especially rounding Gallan Head. We anchored again in sheltered water off the village of Bhaltos, our plan was to kayak around the north end of Pabaigh Mor (big island of the priests) and make our way back to meet Cuma at her berth in Miabhaig.
We were soon on the water, launching from Cuma for the last time on our trip. Heading across The Caolas Pabaigh we were drawn to some of the caves on the west side of Pabaigh Mor. The swell finding its way in from the open ocean meant that there were cave monsters lurking at the back of these!
Heading north we soon met the full force of the Atlantic swell roaring onto the rocky north coast of Pabaigh Mor. It was exciting paddling for a short distance, then we turned and made a slightly awkward, surfing approach to a narrow channel. The channel contained rocks over which the swell was surging so good timing was needed to pass safely.
The change was immediate and dramatic. Between Pabaigh Mor and Pabaigh Beag is a lagoon of calm, sheltered water fringed with sandy beaches. As we entered, the sun came out and we were treated to a wonderul sight
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