After 2 days in Poolewe the wind died & let us out on the sea again, rounding Greenstone Point. Conditions remained good so we crossed to Priest Island, the most remote of the Summer Islands, once occupied by hermit clerics, but now owned by RSPB - with good reason. The sea cliffs abound with nest sites for fulmars, razor bills. Artic Skuas patrol, ready to attack if you get too near their moorland nests. It was a fitting finale to our trip to be on a wild Summer isle for the shortest night, although we celebrated without my suggested midnight paddle.
Having been determed to avoid goals & challenges, we did secretly aspire to paddle from Gigha to Ullapool, and it's been a classic. This journey has a rounded completeness, with a great variety of scenery & paddling. We've been lucky with mostly clear weather, although on 7 days we stayed ashore because of strong winds. We lived it up on 9 nights in hotels or B&Bs, 3 with friends, 3 on campsites & 17 wild camping. All our wild beach meals were cooked on driftwood with our home-made "Turbo-Barbie" (details to follow in a techie-post). Hoping our fellow bus passengers, going back to the car, manage with our kippered smell!
Thanks to everyone who's supported us, made it possible and shown an interest.
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