Beautiful as it is, the river Spey is a salmon river and as such I was amazed by how much of its banks are manicured plus the addition of endless sheds, benches and shelters designed to comfort the fisherman. Unfortunately, this creates a conflict of interest between users of the river, it is our duty as canoeists to be quiet whilst deliberately steering wide of fisherman as a code of conduct, sadly some land owners do not reciprocate the code not even allowing you to rest on the riverbank for a short while.
What you don’t realise is the distance you cover as you meander and by the time we reached our overnight camp we had covered 28 kilometres. The campsite itself was a field with one toilet and a tap - sometimes beggars can’t be choosers. However, what you can do in Scotland, unlike The Lake District, is have a fire which becomes a great focal point for the evening. It was at this point that Mr Gallop joined us at the campsite with his camper van as he had been skiing during the day over in Glen Coe.