Wind blowing much like yesterday and now getting me down. Down because I’m so far from home and down because I’ve lost momentum. I know I’m extremely lucky to be here and it’s a stunning place but 4 weeks is taking its toll.
I had to leave Kinlochbervie, not exactly the most uplifting place. Off I went, tailwind for a short time but then I turned the corner and yeah, such a hungry wind. Full on pogies and cag weather but they were in the back hatch and there were no good landings. I kicked on, past twisting stacks and high cliffs which I swear the wind was blowing through.
4 hours slogging and finally I found an awkward but doable landing 3 or 4 miles short of the Cape. The stop was needed to feed and get warm but it would probably mean another day stuck on the west. Cooked up a few exped packs, rank but forced it down. Coming up to 7pm I took the itchy feet decision to go for the Cape. I didnt care that it was rough or late or even that the tide was against me, the payoff would be worth it if only for morale.
Conditions were wild, and towards the high end of what I am happy to be in. But fuelled on adrenaline I pushed through the haystacks and clapotis at about 1 knot and with a huge grin, turned the corner to put the west behind me.
Soon after the Cape I found Kearvaig beach which was a surf landing requiring lots of concentration. I never knew what a bothie was but god bless them. “An open house for hikers and people who like lonely places” I guess that’s me.