What a place for a wedding!

After lunch at Croy Tom and Julie returned north to Dunure leaving Tony, Phil and myself...

 ...to cross the broad expanse of Culzean Bay.

 as we approached the south side of the bay Turnberry lighthouse appeared on the horizon before...

 ...we made landfall at Robert Adam's magnificent Culzean Castle. Next spring my daughter Sheena will be getting married to Adam (not Robert Adam!) in the Round Saloon, which is in the central tower of the castle overlooking the sea.

 Under a lowering sun, we now paddled through the Culzean skerries and...

...as we did so the grand silhouette of Ailsa Craig grew on the horizon to the south. I hope the day of the wedding is as sunny as this!

A sea kayaking "head up" map display.

Over the last three months I have had increasing problems with my left knee, which has also now started to dislocate. Both knees are very painful so I have not been any long car or sea kayak journeys. Last weekend was so nice that Tony and I set off on a local paddle from Seafield in Ayr towards Maidens, further down the Firth of Clyde.

We had taken sails but they remained unleashed. We passed the Heads of Ayr in a flat calm.

As the sun swung round to the south, we were dazzled by its low rays. Tony found a new use for a laminated map, after all we were locals so we knew where we were going.

Off Dunure, we met Phil, Tom and Julie and we all paddled on towards Croy with Ailsa Craig on the horizon..

We had last met Tom on a trip to Lady Isle further north in the Firth of Clyde. Julie and Tom live in South Ayrshire so these are also their home waters.

We passed a large flock of roosting gulls on the rocks to the north of Croy Bay...

...where it was time to stop for lunch. What a hardship, making do with local waters!

Sea kayaking in the Sound of Islay

A 15km half day paddle from Port Askaig, in the Sound of Islay, August 2010.

This is a great place to paddle if you arrive back at Port Askaig in the morning and the ferry back to Kennacraig in Kintyre is not due till late afternoon. We took advantage of a south going tide that was due to turn north in plenty of time to return.

Islay is always worth a visit, more great Islay information at Armin's Islay Blog and Ron's Islay Weblog.

Tides in the Sound of Islay:
The south going ebb  starts at -0140 Oban +05:15 HW Dover
The north going flood starts at +04:40 HW Oban -00:50 HW Dover.
The spring rate is 5 knots off Feolin.

Sitting it out on the Sound of Islay.

Haute Cuisine reviewed at An Cladach.

Fellow travellers in the Sound of Islay.

The power of water in the Sound of Islay.

Close encounter with the RNLI lifeboat at Islay.

Close encounter with the RNLI lifeboat at Islay.

We were travelling north on the Sound of Islay at an ever increasing speed. We were not paddling particularly energetically but by the time we passed the Carraig Mhor light, we were fair belting along!

These buoys were submerged by the strength of the current going our way...

...so it was not surprising we arrived back in Port Askaig in plenty of time for the ferry. We spent the spare time visiting the RNLI lifeboat station  and talking to cox David McLennan and mechanic David McArthur. They gave us huge mugs of coffee while they modestly explained how they had helped in some of the rescues round Islay's exposed and tidal coast. We told them where we had paddled and how we had found the inshore tides to turn about an hour before the times given in the pilots. Straight away David agreed and said that in his (and the local fishermen's experience), the inshore tides turned 45 minutes before the published times.

Given Islay's exposed and tidal conditions it is unsurprising that the RNLB ‘Helmut Schroder of Dunlossit ll’ is a Severn class, which at 17m is one of the RNLI's most capable all weather boats. She has a range of 250 nautical miles and a maximum speed of 25 knots. She carries a crew of 6. Needless to say, both Tony and I are supporters of the RNLI.

We could have stayed all day chatting to the lifeboat crew but the ferry was fast approaching, bringing our five day trip to Islay to an end.

The power of water in the Sound of Islay

As the power of the tide sped us north in the Sound of Islay, the low cliffs and shingle beaches gave way...

 ...to the wooded shores of Dunlossit estate. We spotted a little building with no windows at Port an t-Seillich. We could not resist exploring. It turned out to be a disused hydro electric station. Its water supply is the...

...burn that flows out of the dammed waters of Loch Allan. Today the burn's water flows unhindered over the attractive falls of Eas Forsa. The Islay Energy Trust and Dunlossit estate hope to reinstate the generator...

...and once again extract energy from the tumbling waters before they join the tidal waters of the sound...

...which will themselves soon be harnessed in a tidal energy scheme.

Fellow travellers in the Sound of Islay.

 When we eventually emerged from An Cladach, the sun had broken through the clouds and...

 ...we left the bothy in full sunshine.

As we paddled up the coastline of Islay we noticed that the shingle shores were...

...passing by ever more quickly. The north going flood was already gaining strength.

 Where the Sound of Islay began to narrow..

 ...we joined a family of swans, which was also taking advantage of the tide. We paddled on together, under the Paps of Jura.

Haute Cuisine reviewed at An Cladach.

The grass squelched under our feet as we made our way up to the bothy. We hung our soaking jackets under the eaves and set about lighting a fire to help dry out. I had brought some logs but we left those in the woodpile and lit a couple of peats, which had been cut from the hillside above the bothy.

Brunch was to be interesting. We had wraps, dry cured bacon, tomatoes, Leerdammer cheese slices, eggs, banana and Laphroig. Our plan was to cook the lot, roll it in the wraps and then give the wraps a final toasting in the pan.

As the rain battered off the bothy's tin roof, we slowly dried out by the aromatic peat fire and enjoyed the equally peaty notes of the Laphroig (surely you didn't think I had poured it into the frying pan, did you?) I asked Tony what he thought of brunch: "Well, I don't think the banana quite went with the bacon!"

After brunch and a snooze by the fire, we realised that the rain had stopped battering the roof. An exploration of our surroundings revealed that the sun was now trying to break through the clouds and that the tide had turned and was now heading for Port Askaig...