Refreshed after our stop at Ardbeg, we made our way north east, hotly pursued by a fresh west wind.
We had covered leagues of ocean and were becoming exhausted by our exertions.
Just in time, we spotted an idyllic white shell sand beach which was sheltered from the wind by wooded slopes above.
We found ourselves in yet another stunning location with a view under brooding clouds to the great Sound of Jura..
On our travels we have been greatly inspired by tales of great Spanish navigators. Taking our lead from them, we decided it was time for a siesta!
14/07/2008
Funny you should say that! I know a thing or two of Ardbeg induced siesta...
ReplyDeleteGreatings Wenley, you were one of the great Spanish navigators I had in mind!!
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I feel a caption competition coming on Doug :o)
ReplyDelete"Ahhhhhh..... Ardbeg!"
ReplyDeleteDouglas I have often meant to post saying how much I appreciate your wonderful blog. You have such interesting adventures that our trips seem very tame!
Cheers
Maybe it was those Mallaig prawns & not the drink...
ReplyDelete"It was that last bottle of orange juice that did it!"
ReplyDeleteMeant to say, nice moody photos!
ReplyDeleteThat shortbread with the whisky flavour was absolutely delicious!
ReplyDelete"It is important to go at the pace of the slowest member of the team.................................................................................................................. Otherwise too many Ardbegs may be consumed!"
ReplyDeleteGordon
"Arg.. bed" ;)
ReplyDeleteJenW
"It's not the Ardbeg.... my back is killing me!"
ReplyDeleteSteve
Thanks for the captions everyone! The prize goes to Steve, as his suggestion was the closest to the truth!
ReplyDeleteDavid had done his back in.
Nothing that a spot of Ardbeg wouldn't fix of course!
:o)