Tuesday, October 09, 2007

East Holy Island: a geologist's paradise.

Paddling north we passed old red sandstone cliffs capped by tertiary lava floes. Nimble wild goats were cropping grass right at the edge of the cliff.

Further north we looked back to the south. The rock here was a lighter and younger sandstone.

Arriving at the north end of Holy Island, the rocky granite ridges of Arran came into view.