We'd deliberately scheduled a short first day as we didn't set out until early afternoon. A couple of hours of steady paddling got us back in the rhythm of travelling in fully laden kayaks and it wasn't long before we reached our intended camp.
As it was low water and Springs, we had a fair carry to get the boats up - as there were five kayakers we were able to lift even the laden boats and move them in two stages; firstly up to the beach to give us time to sort our camp. We moved them to the same place as our tents later on. Donny anchored "Guppy" in a lagoon around a sheltered point on the other side of our camp.
We pitched our tents and got a cup of tea on....we'd arrived and another adventure was underway!
Our camp was sufficiently spacious that we had choices of where to put the tents...which is not always a good thing as several pitches looked equally promising! To get our boats above the Spring high water mark we moved them up to the turf - which was actually a little higher than mine and Douglas' tents!
Our camp looked across a sheltered bay to a ridge, above which the upper slopes of Beinn Sgritheall (scree mountain) soared. A couple of heavy showers blew through, sending us into our tents temporarily - and each one left more snow on the mountain.
While the temperature was on the cool side, it was undoubtedly Spring. Bright clumps of Primroses (Primula vulgaris) dotted our camp, splashes of colour among winter-bleached grasses.
The play of light was really quite special and the occasional shower was well worth sitting out to watch the change of colour and form during the late afternoon.
A rainbow stretched across the bay; too broad for my camera lens to get it all in as it arced up over one side.....
.....and back down to the other side of the bay.
Dinner was a superb chicken casserole followed by home-made carrot cake - both courses courtesy of Lorna. I was unsurprised to find that there were large quantities of driftwood along the shore; the absence of people around to collect it for over a year meant that we could gather what we needed from close at hand, and even to just collect the driest pieces. The fire was lit below the high tide mark which meant that by the early hours of the morning all trace of it would be erased. We sat long into the evening around the fire, catching up with each other after not having been together as a group for so long. It felt so good to be away and underway.....