We soon had the fire going and cracked open the 18year old Caol Isla (“Sound of Islay”) malt whisky, which had been distilled just a few kilometres away on the Islay side of the Sound. The midges clearly appreciated the local spirit as well, though they seemed to have had enough by nightfall.
Fortunately they disappeared after dark. As the night wore on the embers of our fire slowly died away and the Ruvaal lighthouse beam flashed steadily over the restless dark waters of the Sound.
I can think of no better circumstances in which to savour a malt whisky. I swear we even caught a whiff of the "angels' share" blowing from the distillery in the wind across the Sound. We slept soundly that night.
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.
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
Swanning about and an invasion of privacy in the Sound of Islay.
There are very many opportunities to wild camp on the Jura shore of the Sound of Islay. Basalt dykes at right angles to the shore create innumerable secluded coves.
Unfortunately one of the prime sites was already occupied, so not wanting to invade any one's privacy, we turned back a little way.
We soon found a lesser bay and we decided to just make do with second best as the sun was setting fast. I suppose it did have an OK view...
...and the close cropped grass looked sort of level enough to put the tents up. All in all, we felt rather put out and inconvenienced not to have been able to camp on our first choice of site.
Then to rub salt in our wounds, the occupants of our first choice of site upped camp, then arrived en famille, only to settle down for the night right next to us!
Unfortunately one of the prime sites was already occupied, so not wanting to invade any one's privacy, we turned back a little way.
We soon found a lesser bay and we decided to just make do with second best as the sun was setting fast. I suppose it did have an OK view...
...and the close cropped grass looked sort of level enough to put the tents up. All in all, we felt rather put out and inconvenienced not to have been able to camp on our first choice of site.
Then to rub salt in our wounds, the occupants of our first choice of site upped camp, then arrived en famille, only to settle down for the night right next to us!
Monday, June 06, 2011
Leaving Jura under a cloud
It was high water when we left West Loch Tarbert on Jura under a cloud.
We re-entered the Sound of Islay, just as MV Hebridean Isles was returning from her Wednesday day trip from Islay, to Colonsay, to Oban, to Colonsay and back to Islay.
Gradually the sun began to break through the evening sky...
...as we took the ebb tide down the Sound of Islay.
We re-entered the Sound of Islay, just as MV Hebridean Isles was returning from her Wednesday day trip from Islay, to Colonsay, to Oban, to Colonsay and back to Islay.
Gradually the sun began to break through the evening sky...
...as we took the ebb tide down the Sound of Islay.
Saturday, June 04, 2011
A reputation for midges in West Loch Tarbert, Jura.
West Loch Tarbert on Jura is always worth a visit with its raised beaches,....
...dykes, arches and caves.
It is a wild place but it is not totally without sight of the hand of man. Glenbatrick Lodge is the holiday cottage of Lord Astor. It sits on the south shore under the slopes of Beinn Shiantaidh, 757m, one of the Paps of Jura.
There were some delightful sandy shores backed by raised beaches but it was still a bit early to set up camp and the place has a fearsome reputation for midges.
...dykes, arches and caves.
It is a wild place but it is not totally without sight of the hand of man. Glenbatrick Lodge is the holiday cottage of Lord Astor. It sits on the south shore under the slopes of Beinn Shiantaidh, 757m, one of the Paps of Jura.
There were some delightful sandy shores backed by raised beaches but it was still a bit early to set up camp and the place has a fearsome reputation for midges.
Friday, June 03, 2011
Mist in the Sound of Islay
Paddling to the east the tall tower of the Ruvaal lighthouse announced our arrival at the Sound of Islay.
A band of low cloud was streaming up the Sound between Islay and Jura.
The tide was running quickly so we set off at a high ferry angle toward Jura. However, despite our ferry angle, we were carried 1km down tide on a 4.7km crossing! The Paps were still partially shrouded in the mist as we crossed.
The crossing didn't take long and Ruvaal was soon a distant dot on the Islay shore. By now we were under the grey ribbon of cloud!
Very little swell got this far round the north end of Islay and there was almost no surf on the Jura shore.
We stretched our legs for a bit before enjoying a second luncheon. We now had some time on our hands so where would we go next?
A band of low cloud was streaming up the Sound between Islay and Jura.
The tide was running quickly so we set off at a high ferry angle toward Jura. However, despite our ferry angle, we were carried 1km down tide on a 4.7km crossing! The Paps were still partially shrouded in the mist as we crossed.
The crossing didn't take long and Ruvaal was soon a distant dot on the Islay shore. By now we were under the grey ribbon of cloud!
Very little swell got this far round the north end of Islay and there was almost no surf on the Jura shore.
We stretched our legs for a bit before enjoying a second luncheon. We now had some time on our hands so where would we go next?
Thursday, June 02, 2011
Swept round the point or sea trout for breakfast?
Retreating from the Rhinns of Islay, we arrived back at the sand dunes of Ardnave Point. We paddled round into the sheltered mouth of Gruinart Bay where we enjoyed a very pleasant second breakfast. The local seals were hunting hunting sea trout in the river channel. If we had carried on round the Rhinns, we would have, by then, been in the clutches of the tide, being carried towards some of the heaviest surf in Scotland. The choices we make!
We crossed Gruinart Bay by staying well offshore and caught the now friendly swells for a free ride back east. Rounding Rubha Bholsa, we landed again at Port an t-Sruthain (for an early luncheon)...
...but on this occasion we had time to explore some of its amazing caves. The OS map describes them as natural arches.
Seams of soft crystalline rock had eroded to form the caves.
We went down a blow hole, high behind the cliffs, and went right down inside, until we came in darkness to the sea. In the depths of the cave we felt the deep booming of the surf in our chests.
We were by now rather enjoying this retreating business.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Retreat from Islay, the mysterious case of the disappearing headland.
I slept poorly, partly due to the pain in my knee and partly due to unease about the day to come. I awoke early to the crash of surf on the offshore reefs. It sounded so close that I feared for the kayaks but when I stuck my head out of the tent there were only small waves making it onto our beach and the kayaks were safe. It was a relief to retreat from the chill, grey light of dawn back to the warm sleeping bag.
The morning was dull with thick low cloud. We planned to take the south going tide down the west coast of Islay and either camp at Lossit Bay or carry on round the Rhinns of Islay (at slack water) and into Loch Indaal, if there was too much surf to risk landing at Lossit.
At first there was only a gentle rise and fall over the small swell that made it past the reefs. Our first destination, Ton Mhor, dominated the horizon to the south west. It marked the start of the Rhinns of Islay.
As we emerged from the shelter of the reefs the swell began to increase...
The morning was dull with thick low cloud. We planned to take the south going tide down the west coast of Islay and either camp at Lossit Bay or carry on round the Rhinns of Islay (at slack water) and into Loch Indaal, if there was too much surf to risk landing at Lossit.
At first there was only a gentle rise and fall over the small swell that made it past the reefs. Our first destination, Ton Mhor, dominated the horizon to the south west. It marked the start of the Rhinns of Islay.
As we emerged from the shelter of the reefs the swell began to increase...
...until even the great bulk of Ton Mhor disappeared when we were in the troughs. From the crests I could see the spray hanging heavy in the air above the surf beaches at Sanaigmore and Ton Mhor. They were on the sheltered side of the Rhinns, so I knew it was pointless to go on. I had checked the Magicseaweed surf report for Machir Bay before we left and it was predicting 4 foot surf. Later forecasts had updated the prediction to 9 foot surf but we were not to to know that.
At first Phil was surprised when I said we should turn back. After all, there was hardly a breath of wind in the air. However, he understood completely when I told him what a landing in large surf would be like. I made my decision early because the tide was pushing us strongly towards Ton Mhor. We had been paddling for only one hour when we turned back. Against the tide, it took considerably longer to get back to where we had camped the night before. If I had left the decision too late, the tide would have swept us round Ton Mhor and we would have been committed to paddling down the west coast of the Rhinns and the uncertainty of finding anywhere to land.
Instead, we were soon back within the shelter of the reefs and looking for somewhere to enjoy a second breakfast. Yes, I am first to admit it, we practice seakayaking lite!