Kylesku / July 2008

Two magical days within the the sea lochs around Kylesku, exploring the shorelines I have so often seen from the road and other more remote corners, hidden within the deep corries.
After playing awhile in the tide beneath the bridge, a blustery north westerly surfed me down the toward the head of Loch Glencoul and then on, into the calm of Loch Beag.
Paddling to the southern extremity of the loch, I pushed up into the burn, pulling the boat out on a small island in its midst to pitch the the tent with the peaty waters bubbling past on either side.
Heavy showers forced me to cook in the tent but later, in the last of the evening light, I walked from the camp to the foot of Eas a Chual Aluinn, a spectacular waterfall falling from the northern slopes of Glas Bheinn.
The fresh winds of the first day gave way to a perfectly still morning, mists clearing dramatically from the steep slopes of Cnoc na Creige, Loch Glencoul looking for all the world like a Norwegian fjord.