Friday, August 01, 2008

Losts in the mists of the Mull of Kintyre

Tony and I were not the only ones rounding the Mull of Kintyre. Quite independently, Rab, Julia and Donald from the Drumchapel and Clydebank Kayak Club hit on exactly the same itinerary and timing as us!

Although the coast of the Mull of Kintyre is almost beach less, there are large areas of sand below low water. They gave the water a lovely luminous green hue.

There are actually two caves at...

....Uamh Ropa.

The heavy rain of the night before was cascading down from the heights above the mist and plunging into the sea.

Tony attempts to plot our position in the thick mist. Alternatively, keep the Mull close to on the port bow!



  1. That cave looks inviting - how far in does it go?
    reading your blog, i'm reminded that it seems as though you rarely (if ever?) paddle the same place twice - what a magnificent country!

  2. Hello Alison the cave was at the back of an open cleft so some of its roof has collapsed in the past. The roofed part of the cave was about 50m deep. We reversed in but didn't go all the way to the back as even the slight swell was concentrating and really booming at the back.

    Yes we are very lucky having such a varied coastline and there are so many more places to visit on the west coast never mind the north and east coasts! The only downside is that with such riches on one's doorstep, there is not much incentive to travel!

  3. Hi,

    I must say you’re photos bring back memory’s.
    The small beach is known locally as the Eenans, its fairly inaccessible, even by land.

    The old fog horn is also called “ the whorn “ it used to give the most ghostly deep waill.

    Alas, the Northern Lighthouse Board changed all that back in the 80’s when they made everything automatic.

    Thanks for the pics.


  4. Hello Joe, thank you.

    The Eenans was an interesting place to stop. There were two villages here on either side of the Glen. The land was cleared for sheep and their houses were torn down and the stones used to build sheep pens. A sad tale repeated throughout Scotland.