Wet out West - part 1 / August 2009

A wet week in the West Highlands which began on an idyllic evening at Plockton...or it would have done were it not for the midges which ensured frantic haste to get on the water. Despite such enthusiastic encouragement, it was a late start and darkness closed in as we rounded the last headland to land, conveniently at the top of a spring tide, beneath the bothy at Uags.
Jean leaves Uags ahead of the group for a rendevouz with Gordon Brown...
Kev passing the Crowlin Islands in heavy rain which continued for much of the crossing to Raasay.
This little fellow seemed not to mind the rain; if only we could have leapt around the slippery rocks with such ease. (Landings generally on Raasay are a great deal easier at high water.)
Kev beneath the well known watefall found a short way past Rudha na Leac.
Almost immediately after passing the waterfall, the wind picked up with severe gusts pushing us rapidly north. There was little question of continuing and a makeshift camp was made close to Brochel.
Day three dawned bright but windy; a F7 southerly which dried the wet kit rapidly but left little inclination to get wet again... A couple of hours later, a more manageable F5 allowed our escape.
We headed south instead of continuing our journey to Gairloch as planned, the forecast was not good.
Hugging the shore provided enough shelter to admire the impressive limestone formations above...
...and dally in the waterfall once again.
A final push to reach Sconser, a bus, a beer, and a short drive later, we pitched at the Slig' in driving rain, it was to become a familar theme.