Highland photo journal, part 3- Knoydart
Being a regular visitor to Applecross, I thought I understood ‘remoteness’. I didn’t. Not until visiting Knoydart did I really appreciate how far removed from the outside world you could get. There are two ways of getting here. Walk, a journey that takes several painful hours across 17 miles of mountain, or sail. We caught the 2.15 sailing of Bruce’s boat from Mallaig. We were blessed with a relatively calm sea for the journey.
On arrival we took a stroll round the bay and found this…
Yes, it is a spaceman on the beach. I liked this a lot. It must look even better when the tide is in.
After two night in our tent we treated ourselves to a couple of nights at the Gathering. A bed! What luxury! This b&b was lovely, with beautiful views over Loch Nevis and, the ultimate treat, a hot tub to help undo all the aches and pains acquired on our camp mats over the previous few days. Bliss! And the breakfast!! Oh, joy!
Evenings were spent at the Old Forge pub drinking wine and listening to strangers pick up instruments from around the bar and play together. This made me wish I was more musical. Maybe I should practice my fiddle more? More places should do this, it creates such a nice atmosphere.
After, we took a midnight walk along the pier to view Inverie as it slept.
What a lovely relaxed few days we spent here. However, we had to leave and Bruce was there at 11.15 to carry us back to Mallaig.
We had a lovely clear view of the Cuillins on the way back, something of a rarity. We were also escorted out of the loch by a small party of porpoise! This made me pretty happy.
Normally I would be sad to leave such a lovely relaxing spot, but I knew ahead we still had Applecross to come! This is my special place. Not only is it beautiful and friendly and comfy, the food is out of this world!
The next few photo journal instalment will contain explicit foodporn images. Be warned!