Friday, August 28, 2015
We enjoyed our perfect baked potatoes in the twilight. The only sign of human activity was the Holy Island outer light and lights from a couple of fishing boats plying the Sound of Bute. All this, companionable conversation and no midges, we were certainly in heaven!
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Dunagoil Hill which is topped by an Iron Age hill fort.
Scalpsie farm on Bute which contrasted...
south end of Inchmarnock. High in the sky we spotted cloud iridescence...
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Sunday, August 23, 2015
It has been a particularly windy and mostly wet summer here...
...on the west coast of Scotland.
I am not interested in sea kayak camping in such weather though so it was with great pleasure that Ian, Mike and I saw a brief weather window open on Monday and Tuesday last week.
at Largs at 1300 hours and spent a little time fitting Ian's new Flat Earth Trade Wind 80 sail to his kayak.
Little Cumbrae castle, it was too good an opportunity to miss a...
Saturday, August 22, 2015
As the two sides of the West Kyle of Bute gathered towards us we came to Kilmichael. In the field in front of the cottage there is a chambered cairn called St Michael's grave. St. Michael founded a church near by but this cairn predates the Christian era by about 2,000 years.
Just round the coast from the cairn is the ruin of this abandoned house. It was the ferryman's house for the ferry that ran from Kilmichael on Bute to Blair's ferry on the Cowal side of the kyle. Although the rocks look too inhospitable for landing, there is a little cut with a jetty just to the NW of the house. The ferry was established in 1769 and ran until 1940 when it was closed due to WW2 military operations and exercises in the area. The house was occupied until that time. The ferry man operated the premises as an inn called "The Bottle and Glass Inn". Unfortunately we had arrived well after closing time.
The Kames Hotel on the opposite side of the Kyle was open but as it was such a glorious day we decided to stay in the sun for our second luncheon. Amazingly a southerly thermal wind picked up and gave...
the Maids of Bute.