Skye Circumnavigation: Armadale - Soay

Arriving at Armadale on a blustery morning but with an improving forecast for the week ahead, Tim and I loaded the boats...
...packing sufficient food for 6 days on the water and allowing an extra 2 for bad weather days or other unexpected delays. Along with approximately 8L of water each and all the usual paraphernalia the boats felt extremely heavy and having staggered down onto the sands of Armadale Bay, we eventually launched shortly after 1pm.
Beneath bright skies, a gentle start gave way to an increasingly strong headwind from the west. We had expected this and knew that once around the Point of Sleat, we would have a long crossing to Soay with the wind on the bow quarter all the way. Still, our plan seemed sound given the week's forecast; the next two days would bring light winds creating a weather window to make our run up the exposed west coast, and we were prepared for a bit of a slog.
Tim ploughs on into a choppy sea approaching the Point of Sleat, Eigg beyond.
Rounding the point: the clouds are gathering and the sea is growing. A long swell of around 1.5m was running from the west while smaller wind waves of around 1ft ran across from the northwest. All were colliding with the headland, which, with a little tide thrown in for good measure was producing extremely confused seas, more fun than threatening however. Twenty minutes or so put us beyond the point and out of the bigger waves but the clapotis stayed with us for several km's as we looked for a landing to rest before making the crossing to Soay.
Our heavily laden boats made for a difficult landing and launch from a boulder strewn bay but we were soon back on the water and having rounded the first significant headland were now heading northwest to Soay, some 15km away.
Beneath ominous skies we completed the first leg, heading for the distinctive cliffs immediately south of Elgol and then turned on a bearing, the island barely visible, for the north east corner of Soay.
At last, out of the wind and the skies are brightening as we look for a camp, now both wet, cold and tired, as yet unused to the extra weight of the boats, having covered 33km, the F5 westerly requiring constant effort to make progress.
Pitching the tents on a superbly situated headland overlooking Soay Sound, the sun had set some time before we cooked and ate. I hoped the wind would ease as predicted overnight for the next day required a long push of nearly 50km up the west coast, which would put us in a good position to round Neist Point, the first real crux of the trip, early on Day 3, with a favourable tide. So far, so good...