Glassard and a wooly welcome to Scalasaig, Colonsay

We continued SE along Colonsay's coast line after leaving the abandoned fishing village of Riasg Buidhe. We came upon the planned township of Glassard (Glas Aird) to which, the former residents of Riasg Buidhe moved. Each new croft house had its own hay meadow and the men folk were able to use bigger fishing boats which were kept in nearby Scalasaig harbour.

A recent survey showed that Colonsay had 89 houses of which, 39 were holiday homes. Some of the Glassard crofts are now holiday homes or lets and gradually the old family links to Riasg Buidhe are being lost. Hay was last cut in Glassard over 15 years ago and now the meadows, with their profusion of wild flowers, are being invaded by bracken.


It was nearing time for second luncheon and we now approached the capital of Colonsay, Scalasaig, with some anticipation.


We paddled between the sheltering arms of Scalasaig's harbour and landed at a little beach at its head. The only fishing vessel currently registered with its home port as Colonsay is CN183 Sea Spray. She is a 7m wooden creel fisher built in 1960. You can just see her red hull at the back of the line of moored boats.


We walked up towards the main road and prepared to meet the locals. Would there be any formalities attached with our arrival? Would carnets need to be stamped?

We were met by a small welcoming committee, who were sheltering in the shade of what we presumed to be the custom house. They appeared to be taking a siesta, so we moved forward slowly to pass. Their leader cast a disdainful eye over our salt encrusted Goretex paddling gear but, without comment, slowly stood aside to let us through.

We had arrived in Scalasaig!

A little bowed but still standing at Riasg Buidhe, Colonsay

From the beach we made our way up the hillside to the abandoned village of Riasg Buidhe on Colonsay.


The street which had once been flagged with paving stones was now covered with grass. empty windows and doors looked out over the sea to Jura. The roofs of the houses were long gone. Only the first two houses had gables with stone chimneys.


A little apart from the other houses, this cottage still had a tree growing at the bottom of its yard.


This view from 1900 was taken from the hill behind the cottage in my photo above. At this time the first two cottages in the main street had thatched roofs without stone chimneys.


Some houses had plain dry stone walls like this one with children outside.


Others, like this one, were whitewashed. The prime occupation in the village was fishing. The village was abandoned in 1918 and the inhabitants were resettled at Glassard, which is near Colonsay's capital, Scalasaig. It reminded me of St Kilda, but unlike that island, little is published about the history of Riasg Buidhe.


This photo was taken in 10 years later in 1910. You can see houses 1 and 2 now have corrugated iron roofs and the thatched roof of house 4 has collapsed. You can see a tree in the front yard of the isolated cottage in the foreground. If, as I suspect, it is the same tree we saw, it is a little bowed but still standing after 100 years!

As we made our way round Colonsay, we realised that we were landing at the same spots as our ancestors had chosen. They after all were also journeying by small craft. Some had lived relatively recently, such as the fisherfolk at Riasg Buidhe. We were shortly to discover where some had lived 9,000 years ago!

I think it is important when sea kayaking to keep a look out for landing sites. Don't just pass them by, on a headlong, headland to headland, dash. Take time to stop and explore, your voyage may take longer but you will be all the richer for it.


Bibliographic footnote:
The bottom photo was taken by by Mary Ethel Muir Donaldson (1876-1958). She published a number of books of photographs and writings including:


"Wanderings in the Western Highlands and Islands:recounting Highland and clan history traditions, ecclesiology, archæology, romance, literature, humour, folk-lore, &c. " in 1920 and...


"Further wanderings, mainly in Argyll: recounting Highland history, traditions, ecclesiology, archaeology, romance, present conditions, crofters' life, and wild life, humour, literature, folk-lore, &c" in 1926.

The last tennant of Riasg Buidhe, a spider.

We spied a ruined village at Riasg Buidhe on the NE coast of Colonsay.


It looked an interesting spot to explore, so we landed at a little gravel beach at the end of...


...a narrow channel, which in places had been hewn from the rocks to create a little harbour.


The rocks rose steeply from the shore...


...and there was only room for a tiny building which looked like it had been a store.


The only sign of life was this spider, which had spun its web in a nearby cave.

The Armada and Spanish goats on NE Colonsay

Our little Armada of kayaks made its way down the NE coast of Colonsay in the most glorious of conditions.


In the distance, the hills of Islay floated above a limpid sea.


As the kilometers slipped gently by, we passed Eilean Olmsa. It was quite difficult deciding which side to pass it on.


A large yacht resorted to its engine after drifting in the tide, its limp sails had produced no propulsion.


We rounded a headland to discover that our progress was being observed by these goats. Although they are now feral, they are reputed to be descendants of a flock of goats that survived the wrecking of one of the great ships of the Spanish Armada in 1588.

Better days: the wreck of the Wasa

We spent some time exploring...


...the magnificent strand of Balnahard beach on Colonsay.


Below the high water mark we found the remains of a wooden steamship, the SS Wasa. In 1919 she caught fire and was being towed to safety when she stranded here and was lost.


In this view you can see Scarba on the left, the Gulf of Corryvreckan and Jura to the right. We would have liked to have stayed all day but we knew we had to get to the south end of Colonsay and cross the 15km to Jura before night fall. We prepared to put to sea again, unlike the Wasa, which has seen better days.

Balnahard beach, Colonsay

Balnahard beach at the north end of Colonsay...


...is quite simply...


...stunning!

Choughed to get round the top of Colonsay

The swell on the north west coast of Colonsay was about two metres and it pushed us steadily towards the north of the island. On the horizon, from the left we could see Mull, the entrance to Loch Linnhe, the Garvellachs, the rounded mass of Scarba then the north end of Jura. We felt very small and exposed out here.


We kept well out as many reefs extend out from the coast. Spray from the surf hung in the air below the dark cliffs. We decided not to take the inside channel behind little Eilean Dubh.


Finally we rounded the northernmost point of Colonsay...


...and entered another world of calm seas and sunshine.


As we passed below the northern cliffs we heard the high pitched cawing of the red billed chough, a rare member of the crow family. We watched their aerobatics as they soared in the updraught of the cliffs. All in all, we felt somewhat relieved and quite choughed to get round the top of Colonsay!

The seakayakphoto.com school of sea kayaking: lesson one, paddling in a current.

I have not been out for a while, since I dislocated my knee on Gunna. Four months of inactivity have left me pretty unfit. Phil, who has been paddling for less than a year, hadn't done any tidal paddling at all. So given it was a spring tide we thought it would do both of us some good to sample the tide races on the west coast. We set off from Crinan at the top end of the Sound of Jura.


We nipped through the Dorus Mor.Then we paddled quite hard to break out of the current that was heading straight out the Corryvreckan towards distant Colonsay. Next we paddled up the Sound of Luing where we saw a huge school of perhaps 30 or 40 bottlenose dolphins, leaping clean out the water.


After this we went through the Grey dogs at the peak flow of the spring tide, we bashed through the standing waves at 18km/hour. We had been pretty economical with the description of the Grey Dogs that we gave Phil. Just as we passed the point of no return on our approach, Tony quietly said "Phil, see when we turn the corner just after this wee island? Just keep paddling".


Next we paddled down the west side of Scarba and entered the Corryvreckan. The flood was still running out against us but we used an eddy on the Scarba shore to enter the Great Race. Spray from the agitated water hung in the windless air. The eddy ended at a small headland and swung out into the main flow where it joined the rotating mass of water which forms the whirlpool. I said “Phil you need to get round this headland so paddle quite hard and don’t look back.”


We got round the headland and landed in a little bay to wait for the flood to ease off. We had to drag the boats well up the beach as seething surges of water threatened to whisk them away into the jaws of the ‘vreckan. Slack water arrived suddenly and lasted all of five minutes.


We blasted through the Dorus Mor again. The Paps of Jura heaved above the SW horizon. The ebb from Loch Craignish now joined the fun. Even a large fishing boat got caught by the current and sidestepped several hundred metres.All too soon we were back in the shelter of Crinan, a mere 39km after we had left. Not bad after a four month lay off and for Phil’s first lesson in tidal paddling.

A little splash of water to wake you up in the morning

Fortunately our beach was protected by some offshore reefs...


... and so was protected from the shore break that was hitting nearby Kiloran Bay. We launched without much fuss...


...so why is David looking so concerned?


Well, we had to break through a narrow gap in the reef and every so often a little wave would make a wee splash.

Surf's up at Kiloran Bay, Colonsay

During the night, I heard the surf getting up. It sounded so close, I got up to check the kayaks but they were well above the tide line. Phil didn't hear any surf as he was deafened by David's snoring. Come to that, maybe it wasn't surf that I had heard either.


The great sweep of Kiloran Bay stretched away...


..as we strolled along the edge of the sea looking for shells.


By the time we had made our way back the tide had come up bringing with it the surf!


It might be an interesting launch.