I forgot my lucky sun hat and have never been so badly sun burnt in my life!
Friday night just before the wind, and rain arrived. The Knoydart marquee blew away that night.
Sat morning, it was so windy that the Mallaig/Armadale ferry copuld not sail but the forward paddling session with Sean found shelter in the cove south of Armadale.
In the afternoon the wind dropped. Simon in his new Quest on the way to Franco's self rescue session (very wet). That night the midges came out but they are relatively gentle beasties compared with the Glen Brittle ones.
Sunday dawned wet but I felt an opening in the WWW approaching so signed up for the day paddle round Sleat.
Kevin and Claire soon enjoyed the sun.
By the time we got to the Point of Sleat, I was already burnt.
Sean captures the elusive DW on film!
Sean plays in a rock garden.
lunch.
That night my head hurt so much I had to lie down and by the time I woke up I had missed the evening talks.
The beach at Armadale had a constant stream of eager testers for the large demo fleet. Some were so keen they even tested falling out! The midges were also waiting. I must say us Scots felt full of admiration for our hardy southern cousins who ventured forth in swim suits and sandals! Most of us had full winter gear and with the exception of my head, little flesh was exposed to the rain or midges.
Monday morning heavy showers soaked the centre but I spotted another opening in the WWW and headed south.
To this pleaseant spot.
Heading north into the rain again. I even persuaded my wife Alison to come but 22 km was the longest she had paddled and by the time we got back we missed the helicopter, but we saw and heard it from a distance.
It was a fantastic long weekend, it was great to be able to put faces to so many internet friends and a huge thank you to all those who contributed to the event. I just wish I could have stayed longer! Better get back to exam marking.....
Douglas :o)