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Scalpay

Tents pitched at base camp at Potree on the Isle of Skye we donned the waterproofs and walking boots to make the most of a wet gloomy day.  We climbed the path to the rear of the camp site leading to a high cliff above the north harbour entrance.  The rain ceased and the sun made a brief appearance.  There wasnt a sign of a strong gale in the air. 
I dropped my dad off at the infamous mountaineering pub at Sligachan at the foot of the Red Cullin Hills and headed on further up the road to launch off the ferry slipway at the end of Loch Sligachan.   
Looking south toward the Cullin Hills.  Scalpay to the left the headland of Loch Sligachan right cloud in-between!
My photos are much to be desired on such a bleak day but Ive added them all if only for my own purpose.
Looking back (I think) toward Loch Sligachan.
The cloud continued to gather from behind until I was almost lost in a sea of mist.
Light house at  Eyre Point south of Raasay
Crossing to Scalpay, on goes the hood!
North East Scalpay
There isnt much to see on Scalpay, made even more grim with the weather.  Apparently it is a privately owned island that operates a red deer farm, shooting estate and holiday cottages.  It is a fairly low lying island (compared to the heights of its surroundings) made of mainly moorland and conifer plantations. 
 Looking back across to high cliffs of remote eastern side of Rassay.
I take the opportunity to look back across to the remote eastern side of Rassay, a trip three day circumnavigation I hope to make someday, a comment I believe I made last year.
Longay Island, off the east of Scalpay
The east side of Scalpay looks on to a series of smaller islands.  I was tempted to paddle the short distance out and link them up before crossing back but the wind was on the increase and I had to be back for my dad.
East of Scalpay looking across to the Skye Bridge faintly seen to the right of my bow.
Under the cliffs of the south east of Scalpay I was out of the wind.  The inshore waters take on a mirror like appearance in a brief spell of calm as I try to make out land far across Skyes inner sound.
South corner of Scalpay looking on to the Cullin hills.
I take advantage of what seems to be the only easy landing place on Scalpay on the south east corner.  The tide is out and the beach is a mix of mud, seaweed and shingle.  It continues to rain on what seems to be a deserted harbour so I find some shelter next to the slipway and pour myself a hot coffee.
I was hoping that this area of Skye would be sheltered from the worst (which it was).  Although I expected strong gusts to sweep down the narrow Loch na Cairidh dividing Skye from Scalpay I thought it would be wise to cross at its narrowest part and seek what shelter there is inshore.
The aim was to meet back at the Sligachan pub around 5pm, and I was making excellent time.  Here at the narrows I stop off and try (badly) to get a shot of myself seeing as I wont have many during the trip. 
Through the narrows and my expectations become reality.  A strong headwind makes paddling very difficult.  Driving rain doesnt help moral either. 
With the water on the low tide I stop off at every rocky outcrop to rest realising how much further I had to go.  Each picture from here on in was taken traveling 2 knots backwards!
Like last year conditions were fairly flat but the strength on the wind was immense.
Moving away from the headland looking down Loch Ainort.
Shelter under a cliff on the other side of Loch Ainort.
I find a long awaited sheltered spot on the far side of Loch Ainort after a grueling crossing.  I dip into my deck bag for some energy snacks before pressing on.
Loch Sligachan
Around the last headland and it was a final push into Loch Sligachan.  By now I was faltering, energy sapped and joint aching I was tempted to get out and walk.  There was no stopping, a brief stop would have me stalling and blown backwards.
Raasay Ferry coming in on the home stretch.
The pier was now in view, a meir 1/2 km push to finish.  I stop again behind a small slipway to a hotel as the Raasay ferry drives past.  I let it pass as we are going to the same destination and drive in behind its wake.