Pirates of Inverpolly

This trip is just the latest in a series which Lynne Percival has completed with her son, Tobey - a series which started when he was just a toddler... based around this map:

Inspirational journeying... in the best canoe country in the UK... written up with style and panache... illustrated with stunning photos... and involving youngsters from a very early age. What's better than one such account? Well - two (independent) accounts!

If you only read one canoe-tale this spring... make sure it's either Lynne's Tale or Mal's Tale :)



"Looking down the glen, I was quite perturbed..."

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"Looking down the glen, I was quite perturbed that there was no sign of Lochan na Claise, or Loch Sionasgaig, our destination for that day. I had thought that I’d be able to see one or either of them in the distance, but not to worry, on with the portage. It was around this time that we realised that in this part of Inverpolly, there are only three elements; water, rock and bog. We’d left the water behind, we had to carry the canoes over any rock, and although we could drag the canoes over the bog, it seemed consist of high friction heather and high friction grass on the surface, with varying depths of mud or peat underneath. The manhauling was made more strenuous by the unseasonably warm weather, which perversely enough, was the reason that I had changed my plans and gone to Inverpolly in the first place.

"We dragged and carried, dragged and carried etc. our way along the glen, sweating and cursing and stopping occasionally for a rest or to filter some water. I haven’t drank as much water since I worked in the middle east, and while the burn wasn’t deep enough to float a canoe in, it did provide refreshment. To add to the desolate feel of this part of the trip, the only wildlife we saw were some insolent ravens and a few frogs.

So started Michael's blog - a year later:Inverpolly April 2015