Windy Walk

Sometimes you have to push yourself to achieve a goal. Yesterday it was a seven mile walk through the remnants of Storm Erik to get to Knoydart Pottery and Tearoom where an evening of whist awaited. For £3 you get an evening of laughs, some (sometimes far too) serious card playing, half time nibbles and a good catch up with Knoydart locals. I lost at cards – very badly, but no-one ever really loses on nights like that. 
The walk was stunning as always. In the short clip the main island over the sea is Skye, with the Isle of Rum at it’s tip and then Eigg bathed in sunshine. Then it’s the Atlantic Ocean as far as you can see.
With a shameful plug I have to tell you Knoydart is a great place for a hoilday, especially if you crave tranquility, peace and quiet and you want to step off this hectic world of ours for a week or two. Have alook at https://www.visitknoydart.co.uk
The walking trailer has been slightly modified – more later (I know you can’t wait to see it, but calm yourselves :-)) I’ve been working out bits of kit that is or isn’t going to be needed and I’ll be out this coming week dragging it up some very steep roads! Ah well its got to be done.

A chilly one

I decided to venture out for an 8 mile training walk in the cold weather. I didn’t have my thermals on, but I’d tucked my shirt into my pants and kept my hands inside my sleeves. Great advice from my Boys book of knowledge as I was toasty!
This is where I live, the Knoydart peninsula, a remote community in the Highlands of Scotland which is reached by boat or a 16 mile hike over mountains and bog. I prefer the ferry.
We only have one road which is 7 miles long. It’s an undulating and at times unforgiving road, but with a chance of seeing deer, golden eagles, dolphins off shore and many other wild creatures its worth venturing out. The road just goes along the coast and back – thats it. No link to the outside world.
The population of around 110 are very generous of spirit and have really got behind The Listening Walk. If you are visiting Knoydart while I’m away pop into the Knoydart Pottery and Tearoom where you’ll find a huge wall map showing where I am. They even donated money from a recent bingo and quiz night towards the maps purchase. I was the bingo caller and after a couple of muted attempts at two little ducks 22, the excited bingo-ers wouldn’t stop bloomin quacking on the final game.

The Start

Every great journey begins with one thing. Questioning the reason you’re doing something so ridiculous. The Listening Walk is no different and after the excitement of securing “a bargain so I just had to have it!” on Ebay I came down to earth with a bump when I took the walking trailer (pictured above) for it’s first outing. ‘It’s so easy’ I smugly mused to myself only to feel like I was dragging half a dozen sacks of coal up Ben Nevis when I hit the first hill. When I say hill I don’t want you to imagine one of those mile long hills that snakes up into the horizon and saps the energy from your legs with every step. Rather imagine a disability ramp that has been put in place to nullify a small six inch step. One that a wheelchair user would whizz up with a quick flick of the wheels. Combine the ramp with the energy sapped legs and that was me and my first ‘what on earth am I thinking?’ moment.
I’m pleased to say that things have improved and I can whizz up that ramp sized hill in style. I’ve yet to yet to try a leg sapping mile long horizon seeking monster yet, but lets see…..