The Wild West of Jura

After a fantastic day on West Loch Tarbert, Jura, Tony and I headed for the rampart of cliffs which bound the unpopulated and roadless wilderness of the west coast of Jura.


As the dying sun slipped below the horizon behind Colonsay, we looked down on rockhopping heaven. The next day 27 kilometers of rugged coast lay ahead of us. It finished only on our arrival within the jaws of the great Gulf of Corryvreckan.

Even West Loch Tarbert would be exceeded on our quest for seakayaking heaven.....

The hand of Slartibartfast has touched West Loch Tarbert!

The sun sets over distant Colonsay behind the abandoned township of Ruantallain at the mouth of West Loch Tarbert on the west coast of Jura. Its last residents finally left 60 years ago.


When Tony and I were sea kayaking in the wilderness of West Loch Tarbert, he said you could not design a better sea loch. Indeed, with its raised beaches, islands, tidal narrows, caves, mountains and white sand beaches, one realizes that it is so perfect that it could only have been designed and created by Slartibartfast himself.


Even in the final hour of the ebb at neap tides, the tidal narrows of Cumhainn Beg were running at 5 km/hour


Not only are there raised beaches, there are also raised caves! Several were used to store the bodies of the dead on their way to a final resting place on the holy isle of Iona.


Landfall at the perfect white sands near Ruantallain.


The raised beach at An Sailean is even bigger than the one at nearby Camas nam Meann. This photo was taken at 32 metres above sea level yet even this giant beach is dwarfed by the mighty Paps of Jura.


The end of a perfect day. You should try to seakayak in West Loch Tarbert before you die, it really does not get much better than this.

The mysterious geoglyphic lines of Camas nam Meann, Jura

As you approach Camas nam Meann (beach of the young deer) in West Loch Tarbert from the sea, you are not prepared for its sheer scale.


The sands at the current beach level give way to cobbles.


These are difficult to walk over.


Only when you climb the hills high above the beach and look down, do you see that it is criss-crossed by mysterious straight lines. Despite what some think, these have not been made by by our ancestors, like the geoglyphic Nazca lines in Peru. Neither were they made by aliens who were unable to find suitable fields of crops on Jura.

They have been worn by countless generations of deer over the millenia since the retreat of the ice and the subsequent rise in the land. Camas nam Meann is so large that the deer choose to pick their way carefully across it rather than to walk round the easier ground behind.

Despite its size, Camas nan Meann is not the largest raised beach in West Loch Tarbert....

The tide last went out 10,000 years ago on the raised beaches of Jura.

These patches of vegetation have taken 10,000 years, since the end of the last Ice Age, to grow to this size.


Tony and I are just back from an amazing weekend sea kayaking round the north of Jura. We paddled 86 kilometers.


The crossing of the Sound of Jura was disturbed only by a flight of razorbills.


The trip also involved a 2 km portage from the Sound of Jura to West Loch Tarbert. It involved 37 metres of ascent over a very rough track. Only one of the three different trolleys survived....


If you click on this photo, you will get the full size panorama. This amazing beach is backed by a freshwater loch and the wave worn cobbles look as if they have just dried in the sun and are waiting for the tide to return. As the Scottish ice sheet melted, the lack of its great weight allowed the land to gradually rise, leaving a series of raised beaches.

Ferry gliding #2

Following a recent Seakayakphoto article on ferry gliding, it is fair to say that the mailbox here at Seakayakphoto Towers received a number of complaints from earnest sea kayakers. They were concerned that we were not taking things seriously enough. Some thought we might be confusing new entrants to the sport not to mention leading them astray by condoning unseakayaking practices. Others said bluntly that we were a profound threat to hard won ethical standards of sea kayaking behaviour.

Well staff here at seakayakphoto.com do our best to keep a broad readership happy.



Tony and I found this lovely little channel, just up the west coast from Glasgow. Where better, we thought, to try a little light ferry gliding?

Walking among the stones of history in the monastery of Hinba.

The monastery on Eileach na Naoimh was founded by St Brendan of Clonfert in AD 542. At that time the Garvellachs were known as Hinba or the Isles of the Sea.



St Brendan was born in County Kerry in Ireland in AD 484. In addition to his Christian faith he was a great seafarer and was also known as Brendan the Navigator. He left on a seven year voyage to discover the fabled Celtic island of Tir nan Og (or Land of Perpetual Youth). Some say he discovered North America but what is certain is that he came here to Hinba and founded a monastery. Some buildings are beehive cells similar to those found at Skellig Michael in Ireland. Even St Columba, came to Hinba for some peace and meditation and to escape from the bustle of his monastery on Iona. St Brendan's influence is also remembered in other local place names such as the Kilbrannan Sound.



The island has been uninhabited for a thousand years since the Vikings sacked the monastery. Today, even in the spring sunshine, wandering among the ancient stones of Hinba, you are surrounded by echos and ghosts of the past.



Ancient grave stones protrude above the encroaching mosses and grass. Their only markings are the patterns of lichens, which grow in abundance in the clean air. The identities of the occupants of the graves below are unknown but they were our ancestors and like us they were attracted to this necklace of islands to escape the everyday world. Unfortunately for them, 500 years of peaceful meditation were ended by a change in the outside world; the arrival of the Vikings.

To this day St Brendan is the patron saint of seafarers and (dare I say it?) sea kayakers.

Clochain (beehive) cells on Eileach an Naoimh

The beehive cells of Eileach an Naoimh



Continuing round the north end of Eileach an Naoimh in the Garvellachs we travelled down the east coast past the natural rock arch of An Clarsach. Not long afterwards we spotted the best preserved beehive cells in Scotland. They were built and used by generations of Celtic Christian monks who followed St Brendan of Clonfert who had arrived on the Garvellachs in AD 524.





The monastery was sacked by the Vikings in the early 10th century and today the only inhabitants of these ancient walls were these tiny ferns.