The south east coast of Jura has relatively few beaches and for the most part lines of cliffs dominated our tiny kayaks and fell...
...steeply into the sea.
As we proceeded northwards towards the main settlement at Craighouse, the cliffs gradually reduced in height and the...
...sea became shallower and our shadows glided smoothly over a sandy bottom, startling crabs and shoals of small fish as we went.
On shore, this wild goat was less easily startled. After gazing at us for some time it continued its saunter slowly along its rocky path.
Away to the north, the Sound of Jura was framed by the high ridges of Ben Cruachan, which were still flecked by snow.
Round a small headland the Paps of Jura came into view then...
...we came across the village of
Craighouse, which nestles in the bosom of the hills. The white houses were strung round the bay like a necklace.
Then we paid homage at the jewel in the heart of Jura,
the distillery!
