In Search of Suilven pt II

It was cold last night, but my sleeping bag is good. At one point I could smell a kind of wet hair smell, and I was sure I could hear breathing and munching close by. I assumed it was deer and fell asleep. In the morning I noticed fresh deer dung in the area, but how fresh I couldn’t tell.

Ok, so the weather is not great. Given how it looked last night we are surprised to find low lying cloud and drizzle. We hang about until 4pm and then decide that the top of Suilven will have to wait until another day.

We fish – I have a go – John uses barbless flies and puts everything back. Besides, I’m pretty sure that I’ll catch nothing. I give up after I’ve lost three flies.

Then we move on, this time with John and Stella paddling while I walk. I walk fast and, after some initial shallows, where John had to pull the canoe along using a rope tied to each end, in the style of some old explorer from the early American occupation (or so he tells me), the paddling is easy going on a long picturesque loch. So we make it to a nice wooded spot, alongside Loch Vayatie, in good time. John gets a fire going and we eat the last of our big food. We have to make it out tomorrow.

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