The antithesis of headland to headland paddling.

 Despite our recent long lobster luncheon on the east coast of Gigha we resisted the temptation to catch up by paddling headland to headland. Rather, we hugged the west coast of Gigha and...

 ...came across this beautiful beach of white shell sand with...

 ...rocky outcrops offshore.

 This was definitely a spot to land and...

 ...explore before enjoying...

...a well deserved second luncheon (though without the  lobster).

Farewell Cara, hello Jura.

 We paddled towards the south end of Gigha through a series of reefs and shallow waters.

 We took a last look at Cara, where we had spent the last two nights, before...

 ...rounding the south tip of Gigha at Slocan Leim.

We now entered the Sound of Jura and were heading north past  the grey rocks of Gigha towards...

 ....the distant Paps of Jura.

Anchor Rock, Gigha.

Having enjoyed a leisurely luncheon at The Boathouse, we set off from Ardminish pier in a clockwisedirection  round Gigha under sail.

 As soon as our bows turned to the south we had to drop the sails in the southerly headwind.

 We were compensated by crystal clear water which floated us...

 ...over sands and reefs.

Near Anchor Rock there is a large onshore fish farm which produces organic turbot.

 Behind Anchor Roch lies the delightful Port a' Chaolais.

Next we paddled under Gigha South Pier. This was the original destination of ferries to Gigha. The Islay ferry stopped off at this pier on her way to Port Ellen. The last ferry on this run was the MV Pioneer. The Gigha ferry now operates to the RORO (roll on rolll off) slipway to the north of Ardminish. The current ferry, MV Loch Ranza, still ties up at the old South Pier overnight.

For those running low, fresh water available at the pier.

The Boathouse, Gigha

 We left Cara for the last time as...

 ...raindrops were pattering into the sea but...

 gradually the clouds lifted until by the time...

... we arrived at Gigha the sun had come out.

 We made for The Boathouse where we enjoyed a hot shower before proceeding to our...

 ...pre-booked table where, among other delights,  we enjoyed scallops and sticky pork...

 ...langoustine tails in garlic butter...

...another couple of lobsters with all the trimmings...

 ...white chocolate dessert...

...and real hot chocolate,  all washed down with draught Peroni.Yum yum. The Boathouse is one of the best sea kayaking pubs/restaurants on the west coast.

The view from the open air terrace, where we ate, was simply stunning. I suggest you visit soon.

The Mull and mimetoliths of Cara.

The Mull of Cara is a striking piece of rock. I have been round it many times but never before in such calm weather.

 High on the shoulder of the Mull you can see Eagle Rock.

Once round the Mull we turned north up the west coast of Cara. There was a great view of the Paps of Jura over the Sound of Jura.

Near the NW of Cara, we came across a second mimetolith, Bloodhound Rock.

We had a swell time on Cara.

 We awoke to find an otter fishing in the bay where...

 ...we had camped for the night. After breakfast we broke camp and loaded the kayaks under a leaden sky. As we packed we were sorry to be leaving Cara after a most enjoyable two days.

There was not a breath of wind as we paddled south along the east coast of Cara and bid our farewell to The Brownie who was no doubt observing our departure from his attic window in Cara House..

 We were bound for the Mull of Cara.

 Previous passages round the Mull have been rather lively affairs but...

 ...it was slack water and all was...

 ...calm apart from...

 ...the swell which...

 ...we met...

 ...as we rounded Cara's southerly point.

The glory of a Hebridean sunset.

 The sun was setting fast so we made our way along the beach...

 ...and over a bluebell covered hillside...

 ...to photograph the sunset over the Sound of Jura.

 The sun slowly sank into the Sound of Islay which separates

 Jura to the north and....

 Islay to the south.

We lingered long after sundown savouring the Southern Hebridean twilight until the Paps of Jura merged into the inky blackness of the night sky.