Earlier in the summer myself and Erin headed out from the Lodge to paddle around the Isle of Handa. A beautiful Island that sits just off the very remote North west corner of Scotland. Through the summer months the Island is habitat to thousands of sea birds, which occupy the staggering cliff face, magically hidden out of view on the back side of the island. Unfortunately we went slightly to late for all this, and were instead greeted by the after math…. white wash!
None the less we had a brilliant time, bathed in glorious sunshine, with very little swell. With the minimal amount of swell we were able to explore the deep caves that undercut the island; on one occasion we were able to paddle deep enough that barely a trace of day light made it into the cave, however we were quickly scared off by the eery howls of seal echoing from deep within the darkness.
By the time evening came, we had found a lush sandy beach, with a grassy spit just big enough to pitch our tent. Within minutes of the final peg going in the first heavy drops of a thunder storm started to patter down on us. It was not long before the sound of thunder rattled across the sea.
Bellow are some photos that attempt to do justice to such a beautiful place.