Eas Fors Falls

We slept later than usual which didn’t really matter as it was still raining when we woke. After breakfast, when the rain stopped, we set off for the Ulva Ferry car park (£1 donation) from where we walked on the road to Eas Fors Waterfall, a 4 of 5 mile round trip. The falls, though hardly of the magnificence of Angel Falls, which we trekked to in Venezuela, were pretty stunning. From the top there were a few cascades of smaller falls before the main one headed over the edge. We went down paths on both sides of the burn in an attempt to actually see the main falls. One enabled us to go down a path to a couple of smaller falls before we reached a precipitous view of the main falls. Needless to say Mr C ignored my whimpering pleas to stay away from the edge. He persuaded me to shuffle a bit closer so that he could take a photo.
I was more than happy when he agreed he’d had enough. We got a thorough soaking on the way home - not torrential rain, just that typical west coast soft rain.

The road out to Loch Buie was newly resurfaced but was also a very narrow single track one with fewer passing places than we’d had earlier. Through the day we’d met a few minibuses with bird watchers on a tour, and got increasingly cross at them stopping in passing places to get out and look in their binos, as it made it difficult to get past, especially if there were a queue of cars trying to get round. One was parked in a passing place on this narrow road, with its back end sticking out, making it impossible for us to get through as there was a ditch on our side. Mr C gave a little polite beep to alert them. An old codger came up to my window and said “What do you expect us to do?” I said if they had to park in a passing place it would be helpful if they got all of their vehicle off the road. Eventually the driver got in and moved forward, so that we could inch past. Mr C is a good driver and very considerate of other traffic, always pulling in to a passing place to allow faster vehicles to overtake. I think some drivers just don’t realise what the conventions of single track driving are.

It was a long 9 miles to reach our wild camp at LochBuie where £5 was requested. It’s a lovely spot right beside the loch and though it is still raining, the sky is lightening. I think. (There’s no signal out here so this will be yet another back blip. Sorry I’m not able to comment either).