Loch Maree to Stoer

Sunday morning started out much like Saturday had ended, with banter and good grub. Little did I know that the day would end with me on the toilet, my nether regions on fire - a predicament that would last over a week. Urgh.

I hadn't gone too far when I spotted a place to stop along the shore to take pics. The weather was overcast, but not too shabby.

Apparently, on one of the islands, there's a lake with yet another island on; the only one of its kind in Britain.

Right up the hill from Loch Maree was yet another loch. This was to be the day of a thousand lakes.

A tiny loch.

"On one side lay the ocean, and on one lay a great water..." Well, not really a GREAT water, per se. More a small loch, which you can barely glimpse. Still, the view was enough to get the old poetic licence going.

I believe this part was called Second Coast. T'was nice too.

Then came a slightly wilder area inland, with streams and waterfalls galore.

Just south of Ullapool, very close to the Corrieshalloch Gorge area was this very pretty vista. That's the ocean down there.

Driving alongside the ocean, I saw a rainbow appearing and stopped to take this picture. When I looked up after taking it, the clouds had already removed any trace of a rainbow.

Picture of the bay of Ullapool.

I'd gone up north of Ullapool before and it was just as wild and beautiful as I remembered it.

Ardvreck Castle.

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