We set off from Colonsay on the short 16km crossing to Jura. The Paps of Jura increasingly dominated...
...the eastern horizon as the favourable breeze pushed...
...our little fleet steadily east.
Sam unfortunately had no sail so he just had to...
...put his head down and paddle hard while...
...the others could take it easier and enjoy the view.
About half way across we could make out...
...the fine white strand of our destination on Jura's wild and remote west coast at
Shian Bay (Bay of the Tempest).
For once we had arrived while the sun was still relatively high in the sky, so we looked forward to a more relaxed setting up of camp.
Read
Ian's account here.
And what a pleasant place it proved to be Douglas, perfect pitches for tents and plenty of planks to prepare for the pyre......
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Thanks Ian, I am hoping for much more of the same this coming year.
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