When we set off for the far north-west I was anticipating walks of semi-epic proportions alternating with lazy book reading days of p*****g down rain. It just didn’t work out that way. Who ever heard of a holiday week in Wester Ross with zero rain! You just can’t plan for that sort of thing. As a result of this freakish spell of most un-Scottish weather we found ourselves somewhat knackered by Tuesday. On the Sunday we walked from Gairloch Beach to the harbour at Charlestown and from there to the Flowerdale waterfalls. This was followed by, on Monday, an 12km walk beside the River Ewe to Kernsary and back.
After the second walk, a somewhat dull affair with low cloud sweeping over from the coast, J had a niggle in her back and my bum muscles were giving me grief. I had also discovered that I “walk funny” courtesy of the Cupcake Queen who had been watching my peculiar gait on Sunday as we walked up the track up to the Flowerdale falls. There you go…after 55 years I finally discover that I “walk funny”. It would appear that my left foot turns inward when I walk, quite dramatically inward it would appear. And I’ve never noticed! The recent photo from MrP clearly demonstrates the problem.
At least this explains why I have so much trouble getting up and down hills…and why my bum muscles hurt. I digress…back to Wester Ross.
Sunday 11th April
Gairloch to Flowerdale was a superb walk of ever changing scenery. Beach – headland – harbour – river walk – woodland – waterfalls – pub. The last was most welcome on a day when temperatures reached 17 degrees. The outside tables at the Old Inn were busy with disbelieving souls lounging in the sunshine, not quite able to believe their luck. This was to be the warmest day of the trip and, on its own, worth the journey up from Central Scotland.
We even had ice creams from the wee shop at Charlestown harbour where I considered finding out if Murphy’s sea diving was up to the same standard as his sea swimming. The oafish hound had barged awkwardly between my legs…as I stood, camera in hand, on the precipitous edge of the harbour wall.
Monday 12th April
Monday’s walk to Kernsary suffered by comparison. We were now minus The Cupcake Queen, BiL and Murphy who had set off at Lunchtime for southern climes. While the sun was still shining south of Torridon, at Poolewe it was cloudy and the trek from the village out to the estate cottage at Kernsary felt a chore. The further we walked the lower the cloud sank, the sky only one small step away from rain. The highlight of the walk was discovering a pair of pigs, who thundered determinedly towards us as we approached…only to see we were not the bringers of food. The Fatdog stood and mocked the trotters from the safety of the opposite side of a low electric fence. Disgusted at the absence of pig like sustenance they promptly ignored us, preferring to root around in the tree roots with big snuffling snouts.
I reckon had the sun been shining it would have been a fairly pleasant amble but under Monday’s heavy sky it was an easily forgettable experience. The cloud lifted as we neared Poolewe and by the time we reached the car the sky to the north and west had cleared…but my bum muscles and J’s back were complaining like mad!