Yesterday Puffins were the order of the day as they appeared regularly along the route. Today the Fulmars stole the show, hands down. Yesterday a few had shown themselves but today the word had got around and they were out in force as they accompanied me for most of the day. At Cape Wrath they came out in even greater numbers, a veritable flying circus as they wheeled and arced around me, seemingly seeing how close they could get. Every now and then one push it too far and suddenly have to turn away - lesson learnt.
The Puffins were out in force too, but looked rather lacklustre by comparison. A Skua also made an appearance later in the day to see what all the fuss was about, but soon became disinterested and left the party.
The Wind Gods looked more favourably on me today (though they still had the last laugh), though the Swell Gods were still in a mischievous mood.
I stayed a long way offshore to try to find a little calmer conditions and things worked quite well out there. Yesterday's snow showers had left a new dusting on the tops but the sun was making quick work of it.
Cape Wrath was a little lively in places (hence the name I suppose) and I was a little relieved to finally head east.
The cliffs were impressive but I was finally glad to gain a little respite as I headed into the shelter of the bay at Durness. The swell still made for a bit of a surf landing though as I dodged amongst the pinball table of obstacles that is Durness Beach.
And so Durness Post Office tomorrow to collect another parcel.
The last laugh? Oh yeah, an hour after rounding the Cape - after 2 weeks of Northerly winds - the VHF forecast came over the radio - wind variable becoming F4/5 East/North East.
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