Yesterday at about 1 30 I caught sight of the masts of the Tall Ship above the cranes and workshop roofs of the BAE shipyard. The relief of knowing that journey’s end was just around the was enormous.
It had started eight days earlier on the shore of Loch Ness. I’d known for months that the prevailing winds blow from the SE but was not expecting them to be quite so ferocious.
In the end with Shona still available to provide backup for the first two days the smart call was to do the first stage in reverse, paddling up the Loch to my intended start point then getting a lift back to where I should have finished, ready to start paddling in the right direction the following day.