The forecast seemed to be improving day on day. The wind had now turned northerly, force 3-4 gusting 7 with showers. I was adamant I was going to find some shelter on the south coast today and get on the water. My original plan was to paddle out of Talisker Bay and south east to Loch Brittle. The more I dwelled on the forecast the less I wanted to commit myself to a long stretch of exposed coastline.
We decided on Glen Brittle, my dad could get out on the hill from there and I was hoping to find some shelter on the south facing cliffs around Soay.
The immediate water looked flat but extremely gusty, I figured it was going to be a slog of a return journey. 11:30am now and agreed to meet my dad back at the van at around 15:30-16:00. All being well I was thinking that wasn't going to be long enough for what I had planned so I let my dad have the keys.
The heavens opened again so I sheltered in this cave trying to pass the time.
I got back to the van, still no sign of my dad. It started to rain again and I was getting cold now. My dad turned up just after 4pm. Clearly the logistics of going our separate ways doesn't work. If I had gone with my original plan I would be stuck at Talisker Bay with no way of contacting my dad. To top the week up so far...leaking roof, wet kit, power steering replacement, tyre replacement, broken tent, poor weather and after three hours standing around in the cold and wet I was ready to go home. If this carried on we agreed we would go home early, but the afternoon was looking promising, more settled and feeling warmer....