Prelude The sky turns slowly in the color of a big black bruise, Ominous and threatening on the horizon, while we peddle over the to Mull, it looks harrowing. Although it is getting darker the weather is still and calm. Literally: ’the calm before the storm’. We paddle fast, at the other side of the…

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Watercolour of a small, blue Scotish fishing boat, the Girl Josie. In a moody landscape just after the rain has stoped

It was the most dreich of dreich days. In the fifty shades of rain common to Scotland, this rain curtain had droplets thicker than mist but with the same density of mist. Weather to stay in the tent for a day. ‘Hello, good morning.’ We hear someone say. Alexander opened up the tent. Outside our…

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Pollock on deck of kayak, with a spool of fishing line.

Kayaking makes you hungry. We had some romantic ideas and mouth-watering dreams about catching fish as we went. Easy peasy, fish swim by them self, no need to carry extra weight. Just throw out a line and catch fish, simple….. Or not…..It took us three years to learn how to seriously catch fish. We both…

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