Seeing the light on Holy Island.

After lunch we set off across the south entrance of Lamlash Bay towards the Inner Light on Holy Island. The island is now owned by Buddhist monks who have built  an increasing number of meditation retreats on the south facing slope above the lighthouse.

The lighthouse buildings are also used for lesser retreats and at the other end of the island they have built a commercial hotel for those that wish to experience Buddhism lite.

Sailing as close to the wind as possible, Mike just managed to squeeze round the south end of the island where...

 ...we passed under the stony gaze of this gorilla with its eyes fixed out to sea. It seemed lost in meditation as it somewhat ignored our passing.

 We now came to Holy Island's Outer Light...

 ...which is also used for meditation.

Only the wild ponies disturb the meditation of devotees who may spend several years at a time in isolation here.

As other Scottish lighthouses such as Turnberry* are gradually being extinguished, it is good to know that some are being put to alternative use.

*The iconic Turnberry lighthouse is due to be switched off by the Northern Lighthouse Board in 2015.

Luncheon on the rocks at Kingscross.

 A force 3 southerly wind picked up as we rounded Largybeg Point.

 We wasted no time in hoisting our sails and...

...what followed was an exhilarating downwind dash across the expanse...

 of Whiting Bay towards Kingscross Point and Holy Island.

 We landed at Kingscross at...

 ...low water so it was a bit of a trek...

 ...to the top of the beach where we cooked first luncheon...

...among the remnants of the ancient mountains of Arran.

Romance is in the air at Dippen Head.

 Leaving Kildonan there was a loud noise coming from the direction of the castle.

A loud whooh whoohing was coming from a posse of male eider ducks who were courting this solitary female. She replied with a self satisfied wha..whoo!

The coastline towards Dippen Head is dominated by the Dippen Sill...

...which is over 40m thick and composed of  a complex mixture of rocks including crinanite.

 High above the Head...

...we caught sight of five golden eagles, wheeling in some sort of courtship display. (I know this photo only has four eagles but I thought it would be cheating to paste one in from another photo!)

After Dippen Head we came to Largybeg Point and sighted Holy Island for the first time since we had left Brodick at the start of our trip.

Dawn of our final day on Arran.

The sun slowly rose behind a rickety basalt dyke on the Kildonan shore at the south end of Arran.

This was to be our fifth consecutive day paddling in Arran waters (but only after 3 nights on the island.... it's complicated!)

We wasted no time and soon had breakfast sizzling in our pans...

...before launching into the swirling tides...

...that  flow through the Sound of Pladda.

Kildonan chips at sunset.

 As we walked along the shore towards Kildonan...

 ...the Pladda lighthouse began to flash...

 ...as the sun  began to set behind the distant Bennan Head.

Our walk was rewarded by an excellent bar meal...

...in the Kildonan Hotel.

Leaving a mark on the landscape.

The tertiary volcanic eruptions have left their mark on the south coast of Arran. Dramatic basalt dykes radiate out at right angles from the Kildonan Shore.

We came across this carved stone seat. Its inscription reads "does the song of the sea end at the shore or in the hearts of those that listen". This is a quote from the Lebanese poet Khalil Gibran and the seat was carved in 2008 by Lamlash sculptor Tim Pomeroy. It commemorates Bill and Catriona Sillars but nowhere do their names appear on the stone, you need to spend some time on Google to discover them. The seat is not in a particularly remote place, it is on the main coastal path round Arran. It performs a useful function, unlike the granite obelisks (John Smith loved this spot etc.) and piles of crematorium ash that litter some of Scotland's remote places, I liked this seat.

In complete contrast, we came across this memorial to someone's camp. They had torched the lot; tent, sleeping bag, clothing, food and rubbish. They clearly didn't want the bother of carrying anything back. Modern camping gear is so cheap, it clearly made sense to burn it to minimise the effect of their camp on the landscape. I am not sure if the Blackwaterfoot ladies' militia would have approved.

Kildonan landfall.

 After we rounded Bennan Head we entered the Sound of Pladda and...

 began to look for a suitable spot to land and camp on the Kildonan Shore.

We normally use the commercial camp site at Seal Shore, Kildonan for its showers and convenient location next to the hotel. However, as it was still March the camp site was not open.

Eventually we found a suitable place to land, between the many basalt dykes that project at right angles from the shore. It had been a long day, since we had left the east coast of the Kintyre peninsula at Carradale. Unlike the previous two nights, we had landed in plenty of time to get the tents up and cook a meal in daylight. However, we had no intention of doing any cooking...