It’s probably not possible to get jet lagged travelling by boat and train but that is how I feel at the moment. I got back late this afternoon after a two day journey from the absolutely splendid Isle of Rum. There were doubts yesterday that the ferry would be running as there was a gale raging over the island and white horses out to sea. We were glad to see the Calmac ferry appear in Loch Scresort after being defeated by the weather on the way to Canna. It was a bumpy journey back to Mallaig!
A week was spent on the island exploring its wild and rugged landscape with great company. During a five day backpack we did not see another soul, just deer, goats, highland cows, ponies and a sea eagle. Nights were spent in remote coastal bothies and I had what is probably my best ever wild camp. I will do a full trip report over the coming week or so, in the meantime here are a couple of photos that to me capture a perfect moment in time.
Just after dawn on the first morning the rising sun lit up my tent and I rushed out to get a photo. A perfect Hebridean welcome.
After a day of mist, wind and rain at Guirdil bothy the sun made an unexpected appearance in the evening. A welcome interlude as a few hours later whilst laying in bed it sounded like the apocalypse had come to Rum.