Finally the weather had broken. I unzipped the tent after a good night’s sleep to the welcoming sight of the sun, blue skies and a calm blue sea. The seals that had been patrolling just of the shoreline since we had arrived were still there waiting to escort us off their territory. So breakfast was finished and it was time to leave our skerrie and head for Broadford on the east coast of Skye. As prearranged David C would leave us at Broadford. After lunch Jim and myself, helped by a following breeze headed through Caolas Scalpay and hugged the attractive west coast of the Island of Scalpay. To our delight we encountered several otters (two otters had pups with them) as we paddled along the coast of Scalpay. As we paddled north we saw many herons, and as we neared Camas na Geadaig we spotted a heard of red deer moving over the hillside on Scalpay.
As we put the tents up at Camas na Geadaig a cuckoo began to call, high overhead two ravens harried a golden eagle, and three seals arrived in the bay. Their bay!!
Camas na Geadaig, NW shoulder of Scalpay. Skye's Red Cuillin Hills in the background
Jim reflecting on the days paddle.
The evening glow.Views across the bay to the Island of Raasay.
I lay looking out of the tent door, drinking tea and enjoying the views of the southern coast of the Island of Raasay. The twilight lingered on as seals snorted close to the shore, otters and herons hunted in the bay. When I did eventually slip into my sleeping bag the two streams that run into the bay gently bib me good night, as the sound of running water faded and faded, ZZZZZZZZZ.