Thursday, November 14, 2024
A week ago, my car failed its MOT and had to be left in Inverness for a part to be ordered and some expensive repair work to be done. Two days ago, I decided to go on the ferry to cheer myself up. Hmm. Not sure that worked! The first thing of note was the passing of a doomed ferry. MV Hebridean Isles has been doing the freight route from Stornoway, but will soon be heading for Turkey to be scrapped. Sad.
It all went downhill from there, really - if you can go downhill at sea. On three occasions I spotted a probable sooty shearwater, but there was no chance of even the poorest of record shots. I'd hoped for two things: a great shearwater (just one would do - I'm not greedy!) and another sighting of white-beaked dolphins. I saw dolphins twice - but they were common. Still, I have to say that the trip was quite exciting, with a blustery wind, a frisky sea, and lots of spray thrown onto the deck; and it ended beautifully, with the hills of Assynt softly silhouetted against a pink sky and high above them the not-quite-full moon, casting a path of light on the water.
A few days before that, a walk along West Shore brought a gruesome sight.