Monday June 3rd 2013 - Beaches - Invercaimbe, Traigh and Morar

A gloriously sunny morning greeted me when I woke so not wanting to waste a single minute of the day I took the dogs for a walk down the track then opened up the front of the tent so I could look at the view while I sat just inside and had breakfast. Sheep were bleating in the field just behind the site, seagulls called as they wheeled and swooped over the estuary, somewhere across the river I heard a cuckoo and the air was filled with the constant song of various birds - this was nature and camping at its best and it made the long journey from home worthwhile.

With breakfast over and everything tidied away I took the camera and the dogs and went for a wander along the beach at the end of the site. The sea was lapping the sand in gentle ripples, the air was still and clear, and the views over to the islands of Eigg, Muck and Rum were good. This was definitely a day for beach photography and I spent a good half an hour wandering round while the dogs pottered about and explored nearby.

With several shots taken from various parts of the beach I returned to the tent for my spare batteries, loaded the dogs in the van and set off to take some more photos from further along the coast road, as there was one particular place I wanted to go to. My first stop was the beach opposite Traigh golf course, and judging by the number of cars parked on the roadside verge it seemed that it was a very popular spot for taking photos. I left Sophie and Sugar in the van this time round as I wouldn't be long, then with another handful of shots in the bag I set off along the road once more.

My main destination was the white sands of Morar, another two or three miles further on. I'd gone there with my partner six years previously after seeing a lovely photo on a calendar at work, but unfortunately the weather had been rather grey and cloudy at the time so I hadn't seen the place at its best. This time though I should get some good photos; I did, and the following are just a small selection of the many I took.

When I'd finished wandering about I decided that rather than go on to somewhere else I would return to the camp site and spend the rest of the day relaxing by the tent. I'd had a good couple of hours out and got lots of good photos, and I had all week to go further afield so it would be nice for once just to lounge around and do nothing except sit in the sun, read a book and look at the great view from my pitch. So that's what I did, and when the sun finally went down late in the evening I took the dogs for their last walk of the day; I had no firm plans for the following day but if the weather continued to be good then wherever I went it would definitely involve the camera.