Corran is a lovely little village consisting of a half dozen or so houses clustered round the mouth of the river Arnisdale
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There is a large public car park outside the Heritage centre so parking is no problem. The centre looked dwarfed by the mighty Beinn Sgritheall rising steeply to the sky. However I noticed when the tide was out that it would be a difficult task carrying everything back to the car.
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Arnisdale on the other hand, was spread out along the roadside but it still had good parking although not in a car park
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The shore front looked far easier to walk on and not as far to recover the boat at low tide. However if I returned at high tide, there was little to choose between Corran or Arnisdale.
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I chose to launch at Arnisdale as I wasn’t sure when I would return. There was not a breath of wind and it was the quickest inflate of my inflatable ever. The midges were murder. I didn’t stop for a pre launch photo and was around five hundred yards off shore before the last of the midge attacks
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I slowly puttered up the coast and past Corran. The village was still asleep as I started trawling my fishing line behind the boat.
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Magnificent views of Skye and the Cuillin appeared as I passed the little isle of Sgeir Leathan. I felt as free and alone as the solitary cormorant watching my proceedings. That’s when I caught my first fish of the day. It survived to tell the tale too as it was a Pollack and I returned it the sea.
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I now set course for Barrisdale bay. I had heard much about this beautiful but wild bay. I was now going to witness it first hand.
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