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It was a matter of days before Storm Dudley arrived. After that, the record-breaking ferocity of Storm Eunice would make UK landfall in what would become known as the 100-year storm. We weren’t ready for one front of such violent weather, let alone two.
We’d planned to paddle a remote selection of lochs with a sizeable cross-country portage in between, pulling the canoes behind us in the snow like sledges. If we did this as planned, at this time, we would risk everything – and ultimately risk not achieving anything at all. There would be a high chance we’d be on expedition during the swirling voice of Mother Nature’s Atlantic power, unable to extract. Stranded.
Neil, Kevin, Jamie, and I pored over the congregation of maps on the bed and on the laptop. We crowded in a cabin overlooking a fishing harbour in the north-west of Scotland, south of our original intended location. The sound of gulls and the churning engines of fishing boats permeated the wood-panelled walls. We stood in morning light that streaked through the lace curtains pulled across the windows. Thermals, spare socks, and mugs of tar-thick coffee sat on the table. Into every available corner were tucked paddles, rucksacks, camera cases.
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