Corporal Johan Tittenstein Graf von Klink is a no-show for the 2013 fishing holiday due to expending all his annual leave on a 3 week ‘strength through joy’ honeymoon, or something like that. This left the rest of us all wandering around in a state of confusion unable to function without his rod of iron dictating our movements. That is until now!
We have assembled a 4-man squad of freethinking radicals and chosen our own destination this year. Our initial knee jerk reaction was to return to Lochinver and fish Assynt lochs again but I suggested we have a break from tradition and spend a week in Gairloch. We have actually been before, in 2007 but didn’t have the best of times as the video below, taken at the time, exemplifies rather well I think (please note, contains very bad language and scenes of compounded misery)
The weather was dreadful and the fishing wasn’t much better. Every morning we would get up and gaze out of the lounge window at the trees being bent double by the gale force winds and wince at the weather for’cast on TV showing us just how shit the rest of the week was going to be. On top of that, it transpired the 2 main attractions we’d planned to visit were not going to happen. The first, Fionn Loch, was advertised as fishing heaven in a local angling guide but we were told in no uncertain terms when we tried to gain access that only locals were allowed vehicular access to the loch. Second, our mission to Poca Buidhe to fish then spend a night in the bothy went to shit when it transpired the bothy had been trashed by inveterate scum.
Anyway, that was then and this is now. We plan to fish plenty of lochs around Gairloch but also climb An Teallach or some other Torridon monster, as well as driving up to do a Suilven mission so Tom gets to climb our favourite Inverpolly inselberg. The cottage is booked and I’m already excited!