Anchorage: Upper Loch Torridon
Position: 57° 33’.200N 005° 38’.000W
Distance Travelled: 50 NM

Expecting weather similar to yesterday’s, we started the day nicely wrapped up. Layers were gradually shed when yesterday failed to arrive and we found the weather was actually rather pleasant. Large swell hampered our chances of seeing anything, except the Shiants on our horizon. On approaching the islands, we found them to be a Puffinopolis. The bountiful puffins could not fail to amuse as they tumbled from the bow wave in a flurry of black feathers and red and yellow bill. Their anxious eyes meant they prompted much compassion as well as laughter. After some light persuasion, Emma joined us in the dinghy, expecting a short and safe journey to the beach. We proceeded to venture through a cavey tunnel of doom into the slightly-more-rough sea beyond. When we eventually arrived at the beach we found it to be a veritable puffin graveyard. Further up the island was a little house where we gathered outside for a group photograph. The next traumatic hour was spent negotiating our escape from the island, which proved harder than we had thought when planning the excursion but it was managed by most….

Back on effort, we enjoyed splendid weather but no cetaceans. We ended up in the stunning Upper Loch Torridon. Those who visited land found the remnants of small stone huts, perhaps the derelict homes of the now extinct Torridon trolls.

Rachel (with some help from Cormac)