Imagine you are at the edge of the sea on a day when it is difficult to say where the land ends and the sea begins and where the sea ends and the sky begins. Sea kayaking lets you explore these and your own boundaries and broadens your horizons. Sea kayaking is the new mountaineering.
...the warden Rosie was there to greet us. She is a real character and...
..font of all knowledge about Muck.
The bedrooms were basic but comfortable.
We brought our own sleeping bags but bedding is available.
The bunkhouse was very cosy as it was heated by an oil fired Raeburn with a back boiler for hot water. The bathroom had a power shower which worked when the electricity was on, or you could have a bath when it was off.
Ian and I decided to walk back to the jetty to phone home. On the way we passed some interesting buildings.
This is the gift shop with...
...Coastguard next door.
Some crofts were in the process of being repaired....
....others were spick and span.
The view over the Sound of Muck to Ardnamurchan was superb.
We returned to the bunkhouse in the gloaming where we made a huge meal of haggis, neeps, tatties and carrots. This was washed down with Murphys and Guinness. If we had taken unwell following such a big meal...
...the island defibrillator hung conveniently in the bunkhouse hall.... they are a self reliant lot on Muck.
We were glad we were not camping that night, as wind and rain lashed the bothy during the hours of darkness.