Monday, January 20, 2014

The smell of the sea hung in the air of Garbh Eileach.

We paddled across the channel which separates Dun Chonnuill  from Garbh Eilleach which is the biggest and roughest of the Garvellachs group of islands. Its name means Rough Island and though its NE tip is pleasantly wooded it...

 ...generally lives up to its name, as we discovered when we started to paddle down the steep cliffs which...

 ... line its exposed NW shore. The island is nearly...

  ...split in two at one point, at a gap called Bealach an Tarabairt, though I can't imagine anyone wanting to portage the rough ground. (A place name of "Tarbert" or similar usually means a portage.)

 Towards the SW end of Garbh Eileach the lazy swell was surging up the dark rocks...

...and exploding in cascades of spray, which drifted in the still air and cooled us. The smell of the sea hung in the air and our nostrils.