A solo circuit that should be on anyones list of open crossings, screaming archipelagos & minimalist unsupported survival kayaking. A knife & a firesteel as trusted companions. From the lighthouse doss & Taigh Beannaichte on Sula Sgeir to a storm bivvy overlooking the Stoer, you are never in a hurry to return to technology & the race spilling over with it's own brand of clattering insanity...
The more I am out in these wild places, where calm seas tattoo thier own skin with intricate patterns, where tens of thousands of stones metamorph into flight at the first crimson light of dawn, from summits of struck black pelagic bastions; any feeling of needing to return, lessens considerably. Maybe it's time to re-inhabit the Hunters, or St.Kilda...lest we become overly precious of our history, forget its dynamisism, its state of constant succession, & become scared of overwriting it anew, laying down purposeful archaeology for future generations. Would we leave them instead, a legacy of plastic bottles & pre-fabricated waste along a constricted ancestral path because we market, pre-package & sanitize the terms explore - adventure - forge...