I'm pleased to be spending a day sea kayaking as it will give my feet a rest and someone else can take responsibility for what we do/don't do. However, it starts suitably stressful by me having to rush breakfast down and then cover a 1.5 hour journey in about an hour - why don't they serve breakfast earlier?
Rory will be my guide for the day, in my party of 1.... Luckily, he's a wonderfully likable young chap. We set off around the coast, stopping off on islands and in bays and watching seals and birds as we go. The sea is incredibly calm, beautiful and the whole thing is remarkably relaxing.
I do some more GoPro footage (this turned out to be the only video that I took that anyone was remotely interested in, and I'd take a fairly thorough blog through the entire expedition....).
By the end of the day I ache immensely and quickly decide against any idea of wild camping on my final night. Especially as it's now drizzling and I desperately need a hot shower. Luckily the adjoining hotel has a room. I sit and enjoy a couple more whiskies (a Laphroig and a Lagavulin - it takes me ages to work this out after - both really peaty and very nice).
I continue reading 'The Call of the Mountains' and then bed.
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