It would have been good to post this in real time but I hope you enjoy day two of my recent trip.
The sun was not exactly splitting the skies as I awoke to begin my first full day to be spent in the glorious county of Sutherland in north west Scotland, it does not take long to break camp, the beauty of a ” pop up ” tent, once you have mastered how to pop it down !
I did not have far to travel to my starting point for this days excursion, a four mile trek to the beautiful beach at Sandwood Bay, reputedly the most isolated beach in the country.
The walk is not that arduous and was made all the more interesting by hooking up with a fellow traveller for the journey which really made the time fly past, I have been here before but am still filled with a wonderful sense of anticipation when you finally reach the dunes before the beach and know that it will soon be spread out before you, with its miles of golden sand, lagoon and most impressive sea stack in the distance.
Today I was going for a close up look at the sea stack so began to make my way up on to the cliffs to follow the sheep tracks along the headland, the views across the bay changing all the time as I gained height.
Watched a passing cruise ship make its way past on its way around Cape Wrath and its lighthouse.
The clarity and lovely azure colour of the sea far below me was a joy to observe as I made my way further along the headland.
Soon I would have the sea stack back in my sights as it had disappeared from view as I rounded the cliff tops towards it and what a sight it is, nearly 200 feet of sandstone reaching up from its base in the sea.
Am Buachaille, gaelic for The Herdsman, is a most impressive stack and terrific views are to be had from the cliffs directly behind it, you can clearly see the fixings for abseiling ropes left behind by those adventurous enough to have climbed it.
I spent an hour just lying back in the sun by the cliff edge watching the occasional sail boat drift by and the constant swirling of sea birds below me. Was joined by an Australian couple after a while, clear proof of the attraction of this place I would say, enjoyed listening to where they had been so far on their travels and how much they had fallen in love with Scotland.
The sky had cleared nicely since the morning and I became enthralled watching the display of Cirrus clouds high above me racing one and other towards Cape Wrath in the distance.
Time was marching on and I had not as yet decided on where I would camp for the evening and it would now be around six miles back to the car at Blairmore so I decided to set off cross country directly across the heather behind me knowing that at some stage I would rejoin the path I had followed to get here, it was quite hard going traipsing across what would usually be peat bog but due to the lack of rain in the far north-west this summer it was surprisingly pleasant walking over the spongy peat.
I headed south passing through Scourie where I stopped for a pint at the Scourie Hotel in most pleasant surroundings.
A quick detour off the main road, to Tarbet and Fanagmore allowed me to rename the Sound of Handa ” Goose Bay ” with this pic approaching sunset there.
This would be my final pic of the day as I headed further south to Kylesku to set up camp for the night, not many miles covered in the car today only 41, felt as if I had done just as many on foot, a wonderful spot just beside the outstanding bridge which spans the narrows there
Dusk had fallen as I set up the canvas house for the night but was not alone as a couple of foraging deer had come really close by to join me !
Until the next time…..