As a child I was always equally fascinated and in fear of the sea, perhaps it steams from watching Titanic at 11 years old, or perhaps it is the sheer vastness and mystic that surrounds it. One particular memory I have is the excitement and trepidation I felt one particular summer holiday spent in Greece.
My family had decided to go on a boat trip with a local Greecian, to soak up the sun, eat local food and watch out for Dolphins. When I wasn’t on my Game gear trying to coax the dolphins out with my game Echo the dolphin, I was looking into the deep blue sea imagining falling in. What an odd thing for a child to be imagining, but I suppose that is the kind of thing that happens when you have such a vivid imagination- always envisioning every possible outcome. We never did spot any dolphins that day, but I will always remember the excitement and hope I felt as every wave crest dropped.
A short journey from Ophelia’s Papa’s house is Plockton; a small village dotted along the loch edge. In the Winter, this sleepy village hibernates, with little to keep the village thriving in the bleak mid winter. Come Summer, this place is awash with walkers, tourists, kayakers, sailers.
Calum has been running his Seal watching boat trips for longer than he would care to admit, he knows his stuff and makes for the perfect host; sharing his knowledge of growing up in this sleepy village and of course, the seals. We got to see two herds of seals on this 1 hour boat trip; each time with 30+ scattered across the rocks, one lot with mere week old pups by their side. The sheer beauty of these animals has to be seen to be believed, with Calum getting us close enough to fully appreciate them, without interfering with their wellbeing.
Our second viewing was half an hour or so up the road at Glenelg, where we took the old cattle ferry across to the hide a short walk up the mountain. On the ferry crossing we spotted several grey seals sticking those big eyes up over the waves and spashing their flippers. It wasn’t until we got up to the hide however, that we got a true picture for the nature surrounding us. Hide records detailed that a Sea eagle had been spotted half an hour before we arrived, we were happy simply to be able to follow some more grey seals that were bobbing along the shallow water’s edge. It wasn’t until we looked further, that we spotted the rest of the gang. On first glance, they could be mistaken for rocks, they camoflaged so perfectly in the fog, but it was infact a herd of common seals all laid out on the pebbly beach. At any one time there were several other common seals bobbing and weaving along the water edge. Mesmorising.