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After a there-and-back along the magnificent Grey Corries ridge, I wanted an easy day. I had never been to the Morar district, so I decided to explore some of it, by means of three of the short walks suggested on WH - Camusdarach, Loch Morar and Port na Murrach.
Scenery on the drive west from Fort William was superb. This little bay on Loch nan Uamh, just before the Prince's Cairn, was one of the highlights of the journey.
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Super-clear water
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I then had breakfast at the rather excellent Seamen's Mission cafe in Mallaig, and a mooch round the harbour.
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Iconic Scots brands alive and kicking in Mallaig
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Then I drove back along the A830 and turned off along the estuary of the River Morar, stopping for a few minutes to look at the famous white sands. I had them all to myself, but when I passed this spot later in the day it was crowded with sunbathers.
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I drove on to the little car park, and walked along the charming lane towards Camusdarach. The path quickly became sandy and coastal.
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Looking back inland from the path, towards the hills south of Loch Morar.
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I emerged on the beach. A stunning place of beauty - and solitude, even on this warm day.
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Rum and Eigg were mere hazy blue shapes on the horizon, but that hardly seemed to matter. I stolled along the sands, watching the waves roll in, then swam round a little headland to a second beach, marvelling at the clearness of the water and the whiteness of the sand. Water not too cold either!
Rather than follow the WH directions, I decided to explore the low-lying Rubha da Chuain peninsula, which had intrigued me when I looked at the map. It turned out to be magical: a maze of tiny white beaches and crystal-clear rock pools.
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The promontories and islets were covered with patches of pink thrift and bright yellow lichens.
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I explored it all by a combination of walking and swimming. Everything was idyllic, like a landscape in a dream.
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The only person I saw was a solitary kayaker
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I wandered back the way I had come, towards the main beach. The improbably sharp Sgurr na Ciche was just visible in the distance.
I paddled and scrambled back onto the main beach, doing a final swim parallel to the beach. There were now a few other swimmers and strollers around, and of course I had the famous Local Hero tune playing in my head.
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Even so, it was a walk memorable not just for its sheer beauty but also for the solitude, like a private heaven.
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It was hard to tear myself away, but I had to get on - I wanted to see the famous Loch Morar!