Our recent trip to the Isle of Mull meant we could finally go and get a glimpse of one of the animals we had always meant to see - puffins!
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In a post last year called 'The River Wild', I explained how we had realised that before long we would have to expand into two canoes to be able to take Little Sister with us and allow James and Little Brother to become front paddlers in their own right. A stepping stone towards this was for me to get used to paddling at the stern.
We have shared our previous foraging adventures over the last few years - ranging from chanterelles to blaeberries/bilberries - rowanberries - birch sap ...
As spring approaches fast we better clear our backlog of winter adventures - although, would anybody really notice if we wear winter clothes in June in a story located in Scotland? Anyway - back to the story ... about trying to catch some razor clams in February!
A few weeks ago we changed our North-West Highlands for the Isle of Mull - still west-coast but a fair distance from us so we decided it really needed a proper holiday there, rather than just a rushed long weekend.
When I imagine a great day in the canoe, I tend to think of stunning scenery, secret islands, blue skies, and reflections in mirror-calm water. Blue skies are harder to come by than stunning scenery and secret islands, but mirror-calm water is a rare event. I can count on two hands the number of times I’ve canoed on mirror-calm water.
When camping for the first time in 2017 I suddenly remembered we had never written about our last trip in 2016 ... and it was such a fabulous experience that I must set that right!
It's March and of course that means we have to share our obligatory start of season fishing adventure! This year the first day was a weekday - and not great weather - so only the most hardy in the family ventured out. But the fist weekend of the season was just nice enough to lure me out too for a full family-fishing adventure.
Every child should get the chance to found a country! Definitely a rite of passage! Corwin's chance came a couple of weeks ago during a late Friday afternoon & evening fishing and BBQ picnic on Loch Assynt - let us present Corwindium!
I don’t know about your Little Trekkers, but mine have all reached an age when they care deeply about the aesthetics of the clothes they wear rather than how they function. The right logo or fashionable shape of hood is suddenly more important than whether a jacket is waterproof (!) Naively I’d believed that, bar a couple of years when Mini refused to wear anything non-purple, that they’d be immune to the whims of fashion. Silly me!
Jon and I have been spending weekends outdoors with the minxes for 11 years now. You’d think that by now the girls would be quite accustomed to spending all day outside, going on long walks, exploring and having adventures. You would, wouldn’t you? Alas no. We generally spend our weekends trying hard to persuade 3 girls to set foot outside for ‘just a few minutes’ when they’d much rather loaf around reading. Then arguing with them. Then ordering them outdoors. I hang my head in shame, but I’m sure I’m not alone.
We’ve passed Edzell Castle many times en-route to Glenesk, scene of our (many) epic adventures and disasters. Despite the pull of Queen’s Well, Loch Lee, Rapunzel’s Castle (Invermark) and Mount Keen, Midi flat-out refuses now to go anywhere near Glenesk.