Walk from Ullapool Lighthouse

After not making it all the way to the lighthouse in the dark on Sunday, I decided to give it another try in the daylight on Monday. Armed with my audiobook I walked to Rhue from the dump (James gave me a lift because he was disposing of various garden rubbish) so that I could do the walk in reverse and end up at the cottage. I walked down to the lighthouse and looked out at the summer isles, then set off back along the coast. I was very careful as I negotiated the natural obstacles on my way. Despite the walk being advertised in the local guidebook, several fences go right down to the edge of low cliffs without any gates or stiles, so it’s unavoidable to have to climb over them. I picked my way across big slabs of slippery rocks, walked across stepping stones, and followed the faint path through bushes and over rocks, all without incident. I enjoyed the views of loch and mountains as I walked along the coast. The last part of my walk was along the pebbly beach below the golf course, and, inexplicably, it was here that I tripped on a rock and crashed to the ground, landing heavily on my right wrist. I lay on the ground shouting in agony, but there was nobody around to hear me, so eventually I got up and made my way back to the cottage, cradling my arm and feeling mightily sorry for myself. 

I’m not sure how badly I have hurt it, because the pain comes and goes. Hopefully it’s just sprained. I don’t understand why I keep falling, it’s very annoying, often painful, and really quite frightening when it happens.