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Staffin to Portree Isle of Skye Day 2

Suddenly I feel very small, insignificant and alone.  Walls of almost black water roll in to my rear left.  To my right 200ft columns of solid dolerite cliffs towered above.  In front at least 10 miles to the nearest possible landing.  I couldnt ask for a much better day but I couldnt shake this nervous feeling.
Two and a half miles I reached Kilt Rock.  I stood on the top of that cliff in previous years when the wind and waves battered the cliffs bellow.  It felt strange now being down here on the water.  It has been an unusually dry summer and there was barely a trickle cascading down the cliffs.
Looking back at Kilt Rock.  With the sun in my face it was sometimes better to look back and take the photo.
A fulmar joined me for a while as they usually do, gliding in effortlessly close.
Ahead of me now the cliffs dipped and presented the summit of the Storr, the highest point of the Trotternish ridge (719m).  As I look up at the Storr somewhere up on the summit is my dad.
Distracted for a moment from the stunning view, waves break some distance off shore ahead of me.  Must be a reef.  I continue forward keeping my eyes locked on where I saw the wave.  Nothing, then clonk! my left blade bounces of something "bugger Ive hit the reef"  I look over my left shoulder only to see a dustbin lid sized jelly fish.
I paddle by the headland I was so worried about yesterday.  The following conditions do amplify slightly around the headland but smooth glassy water follow beyond.  Further along is Inver Tot, a diatomite works from the late 1800s we visited last year here.  I dont pland on landing here but is a possible landings spot.
The cliffs become more green but no less impressive.
The water was absolutely crowed with these Lion Maine jellyfish of various sizes.  I could guarantee passing by one with every other paddle stroke with their long tentacles clinging to paddle blades when I lifted them out of the water.
I assume this is an old part of the cable railway that runs down the steep slope along the hydroelectric piping.  Doing a little research I find that this beach is famous for its fossils.
The hydroelectric station.
After a bit of lunch Im back on the water paddling by Holm Island.  Here a White Tailed Eagle flies past well camouflaged along the cliffs in the opposite direction.
Steep grassy cliffs rising up beyond 1200ft now replace the vertical rock columns for the remainder of the trip.  The swell and wind dissipates allowing me to get up close to the base of the cliffs for the first time.