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The Wester Ross Scribbles – Arriving

18 Apr

Monday 12 April

I was impressed that I didn’t send the car careering off the winding Altbea road down the long drop into Loch Ewe.

Yes, it was an eagle.  God knows which variety, but the long “fingers” at the wingtips gave the overall species away.

In the back of the “Tank” The Fatdog appeared to be in some alarm as the Santa Fe lurched from side to side, its distracted driver attempting to glimpse the big “burd” that had suddenly risen from behind a rocky outcrop at the side of the road.

For a millisecond I was so close I could damn near see the whites of its eyes – or could have if I hadn’t been so determined to check out the ends of its wings for those telltale “fingers”.  Never mind, I’ll be driving that road for a few days yet.  Lots of time to defy death and get a better view.

The eagle was probably the highlight of today.  The glorious weather of the weekend had given way to grey cloudy skies with only a hint that there might be some sunny salvation later in the day.  As it turned out we would only see that touch of blue on our way back to the cottage.

The cottage seemed empty.  For the past couple of days it had been a busy place with not only J, me and The Fatdog in residence, but also The Cupcake Queen, BiL and Murphy (FD’s Big Bruvver).

Looking down Loch Ewe

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On Saturday we’d all started off our hol by introducing The Cupcake Queen and BiL (Brother-in-Law) to the delights of the Loch Leven Seafood Café.  The first real warm day of the year had brought just enough heat in the sunshine to allow us to sit out on the balcony and munch our shellfish al fresco. The Fish (shellfish) Soup was superb!  The Langoustine with Lemon Mayonnaise as good as I remembered and the scallops had a new sesame driven oriental twist.  With the sun sparkling on the rippling waters of Loch Leven and the mountains of Glencoe and Beinn a Beithir dominating to the south our Gelato Affrogato (ice cream with espresso coffee) spoke of red canopied cafes overlooking mountain locked Italian lakes.  Four pairs of sunglasses contemplated our Scottish counterpart and reckoned we weren’t too badly off.

Our relaxed drive north took in the mandatory tourist viewpoints above Strome Ferry (above Loch Carron) and above Loch Garry, arriving at a sun drenched Laide just after 6pm.

J (right) and The Cupcake Queen above Strome Ferry

Still enough time to take the Fatdogs to the beach at Mellon Udrigle.  The FD’s pounded along the sand and into the calm waters of the little bay as cameras were inevitably pointed across the water towards the mountains of Assynt.

The Fatdog in typical beach pose

The bay at Mellon Udrigle with An Teallach in the background

Long shadows stretched over spotless sand as we took in the last couple of hours daylight but inevitably our thoughts were returning to food, so it was back to our cottage at the Old Smiddy for supper…and to take at the view

The view from the lounge window looking towards the hills of Assynt

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8 Comments

Posted by on April 18, 2010 in Wester Ross

 

8 responses to “The Wester Ross Scribbles – Arriving

  1. Alex

    April 18, 2010 at 12:23 pm

    The Cup Cake Queen seems to be less than a little enamoured of the magnificent vista beyond her shoulder 🙂

    That`s a belter of a cloudscape on the Mellon Udrigle beach.One of my favourite beaches in Scotland with many happy memories of time spent there in the past.

    Glad to see you got good weather..!

     
  2. Simon

    April 18, 2010 at 6:32 pm

    Lots of blue sky in those photos Ken. What country were you really in?

     
  3. fatdogwalks

    April 18, 2010 at 10:10 pm

    Thought you’d like this series of posts Alex 😀 – I know it’s one of your favourite areas. The Cupcake Queen and BiL hadn’t been up this part of the country before so were really chuffed to get both the scenery and the weather. The number of people I’ve talked to who continually return to the area to holiday is incredible – the photos speak for themselves.

    Mr P you should know very well what country – you having been only a few miles distant, half way up a mountain stirring your tea with your camera! 😯 Dreadfully bad habit 😉 Was it salvageable…the camera, not the tea?

     
  4. Simon

    April 18, 2010 at 10:18 pm

    Sadly, no. http://www.scottishhills.com/html/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=7761 for (very) full details.

    I did wave to you, but I think that you were too busy being attacked by eagles.

     
  5. annienz

    April 20, 2010 at 9:44 am

    I was going to comment on the clouds too – fantastic sky shot. Cute pic of FD with sand on her nose too!

     
  6. fatdogwalks

    April 20, 2010 at 9:21 pm

    More of The Fatdogs and the beaches next Annie 😀 !

     
  7. Linda

    April 21, 2010 at 3:22 pm

    Fantastic photos Ken. It’s a wonderful part of the world. I used to go there on holiday as a child. I took my husband up there 3 years ago and he loved it. The weather was just as good too. Maisie looks well knackered! 😀

     
  8. fatdogwalks

    April 21, 2010 at 8:01 pm

    Hi Linda – good to hear from you again. 😀 Totally amazing part of the world. Always remember it from my first visit on a touring holiday with my folks in the late 60’s – then just the odd trip since the mid 70’s. Now been up 3 times in the past 2 years 😀 . Looking forward to many more visits. Maisie always looks knackered whether it’s an 8 hour hill day or a quick 5 minute walk 😆 !

     

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