Time for tea with the Old Man of Rum and a fine pair.

Under a saltire sky we approached the cliff at northern boundary of the beach at Samhnan Insir. It is formed of pre-tertiary Torridonian sandstone and has weathered into...

...the remarkable features of a face, known as the Old Man of Rum.

The northernmost point of Rum consists of shallow sandstone ledges which project far out from the land. The swell provided some entertainment as we were distracted by our first sight of distant Canna. This was to be our destination the following day...or so we thought.

Approaching Kilmory we came to this amazing sandstone boulder, which had weathered into a...

...fantastic T shape. We pondered upon the cataclysmic forces that must have wrenched this great stone from the very bosom of the Earth.

As we approached Kilmory Bay we came across...

...more hungry red deer feeding on the kelp exposed by low tide.

Again we waited patiently outside the surf zone, admiring the heaving and fine pair of summits, Hallival 723m and Askival 812m, until...

...some smaller sets saw us...

...safely in to shore.

It was now time for tea and some 10 year old Jura on this stunning beach. Meanwhile the deer returned to their grazing at the far end of the bay.

Only Bird Friday for company on the north coast of Rum.

Ian and I were enjoying glorious February sunshine on the north coast of Rum when we spotted a most satisfactory location to stop...

...for a third luncheon. We sat and waited for the bigger sets to go through before making our final run into the beach at Samhnan Insir.

We must have arrived just as some bigger sets had arrived. For a long time after we arrived, there was barely a ripple as we admired the fine view north to the Skye Cuillin.

 The pristine sands were patterned by bands of red and silver grains but...

 ...we were not the first visitor although...

 ...we had no human company.

We enjoyed our luncheon on warm rocks with a lovely view to Skye.

A Rum do of geos, boulders and apparently yummy kelp.

 By the time Ian and I got on the water at the Loch Scresort pier on Rum it...

 ...was nearly 12:30. At first we could only see the distant mainland beyond the mouth of the loch but...

 ...soon we could see the distinctive outline of Eigg. However, we were going to leave Eigg for another day and as we...

 ...left the enclosure of Loch Scresort, we turned left to paddle round the north coast of Rum. The Cuillin of Skye dominated the northern horizon.

 The coast consists of low cliffs and the sea is either blue if paddling over kelp and rock or...

 ...turquoise if paddling over sand.

 We took our first break on the delightful sands of Camas Pliasaig as...

 ...the MV Loch Nevis was returning from Canna.

 As we paddled on everything grew larger like this enormous geo and...

 ...this huge boulder beach that had been modelled into a series of terraces and mounds by winter storms.

As we rounded the entrance to this bay we startled a red deer hind and her calf from last year. They had been feeding on kelp at low water and bounded away in a shower of spray as their ears swivelled round to focus on the noise of our paddles. Coastal populations of red deer and reindeer feed on kelp when there is insufficient grazing on land.  Ian and I don't like startling wildlife, particularly in winter, but we were certainly not expecting to see deer feeding up to their knees in sea water! The real issue is not Ian and I startling two deer but why is the population of deer on Rum apparently starving and eating kelp. Maybe they like the stuff (though I have not seen deer eating kelp in summer) or maybe there are too many deer on Rum?

It's too early in the year... the start of our great island adventure.

It was the end of February and a rare high pressure system settled over northwest Scotland. It was time for a trip to the Small Isles. Ian, Mike, Phil and I had originally planned this trip last summer but the promised high pressure evaporated as our embarkation day approached and we went shopping instead. At least the work with tidal planning and printing/laminating maps was not wasted. This trip is unusual in that you need to take account of weather, tides, surf heights but also ferry times! I have paddled to the Small Isles from Arisaig and from Glen Brittle but each of those options takes two days (there and back) out of a small weather window.

A much more preferable option is to use the ferries and spend the time paddling between the islands. The Calmac ferry timetable for the Small Isles is pretty impenetrable as the ferry travels to different combinations of islands each day, a further complication is that the days change in summer! With some planning of wind direction tide times and ferry times it is possible to ensure favourable paddling conditions and yet ensure if weather closes in it will not be too long before the next ferry arrives to return to Mallaig. I travelled up the night before and stayed at the Glenuig Inn.

The morning dawned fair with little wind on the Sound of Arisaig but with a hard frost on the ground.

I met my good friend Ian at the top of the Mallaig ferry ramp in good time for the 10:20 sailing to Rum.

Soon we were loaded onto the MV Loch Nevis with a contractor's lorry and delivery van. (You cannot take your car to the Small Isles but there is a large free car park 5 minutes walk from the ferry terminal and you can drive into the terminal to drop the kayaks off). When I went in to the Calmac booking office to check the kayaks in I was greeted by amazement, we were the first sea kayaks of 2013 and the lady said "Are you sure you want to go? It's too early in the year!"

Right on time MV Loch Nevis swung out round the end of Mallaig Pier. The statue of the fisherman and young girl is by  local artist Mark Rogers of Airor in Knoydart on the other side of Loch Nevis. At Aior there is a similar statue of just the fisherman.

Soon MV Loch Nevis was steaming away to the small Isles leaving the mouth of Loch Nevis in her wake.

Straight ahead lay Rum...

...to port Eigg and...

...to starboard Skye.

Soon the Rum Cuillin began to dominate...

...the horizon ahead and by the time...

...we entered Loch Scresort on Rum's SE coast the peaks of Askival and Hallival literally towered over us.

Ian and I had travelled in civvies and were waiting for the Loch Nevis to leave before changing. Just at that moment, a woman came down the jetty and asked "Are one of you the doctor?"

In my best Dr Who voice, I said "Well I used to be a doctor but I am not the one you are looking for!"

It turned out she was the warden and had come to take a visiting GP to see a sick resident. She asked where we were headed. We said we were going to stay in Guirdil bothy in the NW of the island. She said there were already two people staying there and if we wished we could always stay in the Castle Hostel, which was not open for the season but as contractors were staying there would be beds available. Thanking her, we headed off but made a careful mental note of  what she said...

Glenuig Inn review.

I have been an infrequent but  regular visitor to Glenuig Inn since the late seventies, when we arrived by yacht. The Glen Uig Inn is situated in the heart of one of the finest sea kayaking areas in the UK. Within a short distance there are sheltered waters with white sand beaches and ancient castles, exposed headlands, deep sea lochs and offshore islands which can be reached by ferry or committing open crossings. This was my first visit since 2008, when it was renovated, and I was unsure what to expect of the new Glenuig Inn as Tripadvisor reviews are polarised. I am pleased to say we were not disappointed. On my first visit to the new Inn we were a party of five sea kayakers (including my adult daughter). We stayed 3 nights and ate in on each occasion. We received a warm welcome from the owner Steve Macfarlane. The comfortable spacious rooms are in a matching building beside the hotel itself. Each room had a practical large entrance vestibule where luggage, wet coats, boots etc. could be left. The room was very cosy and warm. The floor was laminate, which I prefer to a carpet in a hotel room. The beds were comfortable. There was a kettle, hair dryer and small TV in the room. The bathroom was spotless with bath and thermostatic shower with plenty of hot water. There is a drying room for wet outdoor gear situated at the far end of the room block. Liquid soap is provided but not hair conditioners etc.

We also inspected the bunkhouse which is upstairs from the dining room. There are 10 proper single beds and two WC/shower rooms. There is also a small room with a sink and kettle for making hot drinks.

The lounge, bar and dining room were heated by stoves that burned compressed sawdust and wood shaving "logs" from the mill at nearby Corpach and kept the hotel feeling very cosy. The bright lighting is by LED low power bulbs. There are no carpets so well behaved dogs, sea kayakers and hill walkers in wet gear will not be turned away.Free WiFi was available in public rooms. There was a good O2 2G signal outside the hotel.

Owner Steve and chef Amy at the bar.

We were delighted to find three Cairngorm Brewery real ales on draught and were told 4 additional pumps with other varieties were available in the summer season. Note that the bar does not stock lager and lime or sell salt and vinegar crisps. If these are your forte, stop off at the Lochailort Inn further back up the road (though on my last visit there, on Saturday 20th September 2008, we were unable to get service for food, coffee or even a beer at lunchtime). Several regular Tripadvisor contributors have made negative comments about Glenuig Inn not serving keg lager but it is advertised as a real ale only pub. You don't buy a petrol car then expect to put diesel in it!

The meals were superb, made from nutritious ingredients, some very local like the prawns tails from Mallaig and home baked bread. We can recommend the prawn tail and Moroccan mezze starters and the salmon fillet with salsa sauce (especially tasty), lamb tagine and steak and ale pie mains. Despite sea kayaking each day and coming in feeling ravenous, we were totally filled by a starter and main course. We tried the spiced apple and ice cream on a later visit and it was delicious. Salad accompaniments were very fresh and served with balsamic vinegar. Breakfast included several fruit juices, muesli, cereals, home made bread, fresh fruit and berry salad and a choice of pancakes (with bananas and maple syrup) porridge, kippers or scrambled egg (with smoked salmon and especially tasty). Coffee was made from grounds and filtered and was excellent.

It was good to see that food was served continuously between 12 mid day and 9pm. We were late off the water on two evenings and this was not a problem. I remember the Old Glenuig Inn stopped serving lunch at 1:30pm (and for those nostalgic for the former inn, their idea of salad was a can of Heinz mixed salad).

The Glenuig Inn is situated in the heart of one of the finest parts of the west coast of Scotland for those that like the outdoors and wonderful scenery. The beautiful white shell sand beach with offshore island at Samalaman is a short walk away and we launched our sea kayaks from the hotel though at low tide there is a bit of a walk and a trolley would be a good idea if you were staying. If you have a car and it is low tide then an alternative launch site would be Samalaman beach. For those sea kayakers who would like a guided trip or coaching Steve Macfarlane also runs Sea-kayak Arisaig. As we have kayaked independently on our three visits I cannot comment on this side of the business. However, I met a young couple (who were not novices but relative newcomers) at the Perth Canoe show in 2012 who spoke very highly of their experience during summer 2012. On two of our stays we left a shuttle vehicle at remote locations in the Ardnamurchan area for several days. It was reassuring not to create local concern by being able to put a card in the car window: "Seakayaking in the area, float plan left at Glenuig Inn, tel no. 01687 470219".

The Glenuig Inn is not part of a bland international chain of hotels, designed and managed by a committee. It is one man's vision of what a small highland hotel should be and as such it may not be to everyone's taste. However, the Glenuig Inn is a very welcome addition to the West Coast of Scotland. It gives a real choice that rises above the mediocrity that Scotland has often been associated with. I rate it as highly in its price sector as other outstanding Scottish hotels, B&Bs and bunkhouses are in theirs. For comparison I have recently stayed in: Gleneagles, One Devonshire Gardens, Knockinaam Lodge, Toravaig House, Broadbay House, Garleton Lodge, Lageorna, Kinloch Castle Hostel and Muck Bunkhouse.

I have returned twice on further sea kayaking trips since my first visit and I intend to return shortly with my wife for a family visit. I would never have stayed in the Old Glenuig Inn. To those that hanker after the Old Inn (with its dark interior, windows dripping condensation and grease, Tennent's lager and lime, fish and chips with mushy peas, wet floored toilets smelling of urine etc), why not save yourself a drive and stop off at the public bar at the Clachaig Inn in Glencoe? It too is very good at what it does. Thank goodness for increasing choice in Scotland.

Silly Sammy seal snapped in Sound of Arisaig sunset splendor at Samalaman.

 We were just about to land at Samalaman when the sky seemed to turn to fire.

Ian, Jennifer and I decided to stay on the water to catch the end of the day. I noticed a bobbing head of a seal in the Sun's reflection...

 ...so I started paddling backwards. Silly Sammy seal started following me, thinking I couldn't see him!

Gradually the Sun sank below...

 ...the horizon but then the...

 ...sky to the east took on a wondrous pink glow.

 We really did not...

 ...know what way to...

 ...look as the palate of colour...

 ...changed with every...

 ...dying minute of the day.

 Ian's face says it all...

 ...sometimes we drifted alone, sometimes...

 ...we rafted up to better share the drama of the sunset.

A final flash of crimson on the underside of a low cloud signalled that it was time to end our day in the Sound of Arisaig.