We headed up over Rannoch Moor to Glencoe, but the rain came sweeping in on a strong gusty wind from the northeast. We parked up and festered below the wee Buachaille, watching an ever-changing cast of waterproof-clad tourists run from their vehicles, take photographs of cloud-shrouded mountains, then run back again.
We parked up in Glen Etive overnight, encouraged by an improving forecast. On Sunday morning we drove down to Ba Bridge and had our first canoe outing of the year. With my dodgy shoulder and Mhairi's dodgy knee, we were a bit apperehensive, but the weather was still and mild making for easy paddling. We headed north east across Loch Ba, turning back at the shallow channel which leads into the basin before the Abhainn Ba flows out and down to Loch Laidon. It was eerily still, the mirror surface of the loch broken only by the ringing of innumerable little trout nymphing.
We were pleased with our trip. It was good to get back out in the van for some outdoor fun