The divers were up and off before I got up this morning, so without anyone around to guide me on what was what, I had some breakfast, got ready to go outside, and took myself down to the ranger's office to get some maps.
The shop was full of interesting crafts and maps and histories, and venison, but no one in evidence when I wanted to actually buy the maps. I finally found someone to give some money to, and started on the 'Knoydart in a Knutshell' walk, which was due to take around two hours.
I headed up the hill, past A-frame houses, and logging operations and cleared forest. I turned right, but before long the path was closed. So I went back the way I came, went along the bottom and back up the path I was supposed to come down. I ran into the tape from the other direction, and picked up the path from where I should have been. It felt like rainforest here.
I continued back towards the lodge, but kept on up the hill towards the White Gate, where I turned right through the gate, and downhill following the stream through dense woods and . It was muddy but beautiful. After a while, the path widened and straightened out and went past the old sawmill.
At the bottom, I turned left and went past the Lodge and kept going past the bunkhouse to the bridge. I didn't read the instructions on the leaflet properly, and so immediately set off beside the river through the grass. The landscape was different here - like meadows, gentle and beautiful.
I followed the path around, getting wet trouser cuffs, fought through some gorse, and made friends with a horse. After a short dip to the water where some boats were moored, the path came out on the main beach. It was fine silvery sand, with lots of seaweed and driftwood on it. There was a camping ground alongside, and an amenities block with grass growing on its roof.
At the end of the beach, I walked up the lane beside Inverie House, and back into the garden behind the Lodge. I had some lunch and waited for the divers to get back. They got back fairly early (apart from Susie, Mark, and Colin, who'd gone to get fills for the cylinders), and we had a laid-back afternoon.
Christian had a shower, and then we went on a short walk retracing my steps that day, and we discovered the stags beyond the bridge. It was incredible to see such big beautiful animals with very little fear. We carried on around the meadow to the beach, intending to check out the wildlife hide. In the end, it was really only a crawl space, and it wasn't the right time for otters or much other wildlife. We watched some birds, and took some photos before heading back again.
Back at the Lodge, I did some cross-stitch, and Ben and others made some curry. The cylinder fillers came back, and we sat down to a truly delicious collection of curries. Mmmm.
We didn't have a particularly late night.
The shop was full of interesting crafts and maps and histories, and venison, but no one in evidence when I wanted to actually buy the maps. I finally found someone to give some money to, and started on the 'Knoydart in a Knutshell' walk, which was due to take around two hours.
I continued back towards the lodge, but kept on up the hill towards the White Gate, where I turned right through the gate, and downhill following the stream through dense woods and . It was muddy but beautiful. After a while, the path widened and straightened out and went past the old sawmill.
At the bottom, I turned left and went past the Lodge and kept going past the bunkhouse to the bridge. I didn't read the instructions on the leaflet properly, and so immediately set off beside the river through the grass. The landscape was different here - like meadows, gentle and beautiful.I followed the path around, getting wet trouser cuffs, fought through some gorse, and made friends with a horse. After a short dip to the water where some boats were moored, the path came out on the main beach. It was fine silvery sand, with lots of seaweed and driftwood on it. There was a camping ground alongside, and an amenities block with grass growing on its roof.
At the end of the beach, I walked up the lane beside Inverie House, and back into the garden behind the Lodge. I had some lunch and waited for the divers to get back. They got back fairly early (apart from Susie, Mark, and Colin, who'd gone to get fills for the cylinders), and we had a laid-back afternoon.
Back at the Lodge, I did some cross-stitch, and Ben and others made some curry. The cylinder fillers came back, and we sat down to a truly delicious collection of curries. Mmmm.
We didn't have a particularly late night.
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