Paddling towards the Cuillin...well, towards the Old Inn at Carbost if the truth be known...
Smashing wee moo, aye.
Wooo, spooky manor house again.
A rather interesting feature of the old mill at Pootiel Bay...
This place put the wind up us a bit...the atmospheric Eilean Munde graveyard, home to those massacred at Glencoe in 1692, and their clan chief, MacIain. Ironically, the short paddle out to the island provided us with some of the strongest down-draughts we'd experienced. We couldn't get off the island quick enough. It felt like an odd place.
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