Our little Armada of kayaks made its way down the NE coast of Colonsay in the most glorious of conditions.
In the distance, the hills of Islay floated above a limpid sea.
As the kilometers slipped gently by, we passed Eilean Olmsa. It was quite difficult deciding which side to pass it on.
A large yacht resorted to its engine after drifting in the tide, its limp sails had produced no propulsion.
We rounded a headland to discover that our progress was being observed by these goats. Although they are now feral, they are reputed to be descendants of a flock of goats that survived the wrecking of one of the great ships of the Spanish Armada in 1588.
