In his book, Doug Cooper describes an old wooden slipway near the beach at Achnahaird. What I found, with just three planks remaining, wasn't much of a slipway but made an easy launch.
I set off following the rocky coastline in glorious sunshine, but then it's always sunny on the west coast, isn't it?
Scenary was spectacular, so I took the obligatory photos of rocks with holes in.
And spiky rocks.
And kamikazee sheep.
And more holes.
For my first lunch break I chose a sheltered rocky cove...
...with a fantastic view of the mountains of Assynt.
Lunch part two followed an exciting blast of following sea, created by the northerly force 3-4. I stopped on a beach at Reiff for a leisurely meal.
After lunch I returned the way I had come, now paddling into the wind. Climbers were making the most of dry sunny conditions and perfect rock.
As I neared the end of my journey my yellow paddle waggon stood out like a beacon, making it impossible to miss the small slipway.
I then discovered the best use of a 'No Overnight Parking' sign. Needless to say I ignored its intended message.
This old winch presumably dates back to when the slipway was in better condition.
This is where I went. Total of 26 km paddled.