Last day of summer on Cara.

We finally made landfall on this beautiful beach at the north end of Cara.


We gazed back at the stunning view over azure waters to verdant Gigha...


...and the distant rocky peaks of the Paps of Jura.

We don't get a great deal of sun in Scotland but when we do....! This last day of a short summer will need to keep us going for some time during the dark days of the coming winter.

Thunder heralds our return to Cara.

After lunch at Sammy's place, it seemed too early to return to Tayinloan. After all we did not want to end up in a traffic jam on Loch Lomond side. So we turned south towards Cara again.

A distant rumble of thunder from the east...


...drew our gaze towards towering clouds...


...but Donald heard nothing.


The isle of Cara grew steadily bigger...


...as we prepared to greet the Brownie once more. What with otters and Brownies, you need to be quite careful landing round these parts. We hoped the thunder had not upset the Brownie...