Monday, October 12, 2009

A Swedish carry on but no Indian curry in on Colonsay.


We carried our camping gear up to the machair in Ikea Fracta bags.


There was a lovely golden light...


...as we put the tents up.


David and I soon had dinner heating up our the Primus Eta Power stoves but Phil's meths Trangia was not producing much heat.


He left it in disgust and went off to phone for a carry out Curry. He was most distressed to learn that the Royal India do deliver to Colonsay Drive, Newton Mearns but not to Colonsay Island, Inner Hebrides! He has since bought a Primus Eta Express stove.

Sea kayaking campers have a lot to thank the Swedes for!

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Kiloran Bay, Colonsay


Just as we were thinking we might be in for another night time epic, the broad sweep of golden sand at the head of Kiloran Bay hove into sight.


In the distance, the peaks of Jura could be seen above the low isthmus, which nearly bisects northern Colonsay.


We found a cove near the main bay to make our landfall.


The sands of Kiloran Bay stretched away for over a kilometer. There was not a soul in sight.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

The tale of Cailleach Uragaig, Colonsay


After Pig's Paradise, we came to a grim grey headland on Colonsay's NW coast called Cailleach Uragaig. The Cailleach is a Celtic Goddess who has powers to shape shift herself so that she can appear as a hag, a mother or a virgin. She is a winter spirit who ushers in winter by washing her plaid in the Corryvreckan and she can often keep the arrival of spring at bay. On Colonsay she kept a young girl captive and hid herself from the girl's angry lover by transforming into this grey headland.


Although we slowed in respect, there were no damsels in distress requiring of our assistance.


The long interval swell had increased to about 2m and we now searched for somewhere safe to land before the impending nightfall. Young fulmars wheeled inquisitively round us before returning to their ledges on the headland, to report our progress to the Cailleach. If we were caught out by night then surely the Cailleach would come and get us and then we would be found dead on some remote shore, just like the Scandinavian Prince Bhreacan...

Friday, October 09, 2009

Pigs have wings in Pig's Paradise, Colonsay


Leaving Port Lobh on the west coast of Colonsay we now found ourselves on a very committing part of Colonsay's western coast.


Out at sea the swell just rose and fell gently.


I had hoped to land at Port Ban on the wildest part of Colonsay's entire coastline but the swell was breaking heavily on the steep beach.


Port Ban is a raised beach and the cliffs surrounding it are known as "Pigs' Paradise". Despite its remoteness, someone has carried a heavy wooden picnic table down to the shoreline.


We didn't see any pigs (winged or otherwise) but there were plenty sea birds especially guillemots, black guillemots and fulmars. In the spring these cliffs are one of the biggest bird breeding colonies on Scotland's west coast.


We pressed on as the day began to die. We were looking for somewhere safe to land. Tomorrow's forecast was for 6' surf!

Thursday, October 08, 2009

In the wake of our ancestors on the west coast of Colonsay.


We rounded the SW corner of Colonsay protected by a maze of skerries and channels.


Our way now lay to the NE but it was still protected by...


...reefs which sheltered shallow sandy bottomed lagoons.


We lost the shelter of the reefs as we approached a rocky peninsula.


On its summit, a pile of stones marks the remains of an Iron Age fort, Dun Ghallain. At one time Colonsay lay on the path of a marine "highway" which connected the Isle of Man, Galloway and Ireland with the rest of the Hebrides and mainland to the north. At that time, the fort was of considerable strategic importance.


Like our ancestors before us, we decided to stop for a break in Port Lobh, which lies below the rocky ramparts of the fort. One of the great joys of sea kayaking is that we are retracing the routes that our predecessors have used for over 6,000 years.

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

From Oronsay to Colonsay


From the Priory we made our way down to the sweep of sand at the SW corner of Oronsay. Beyond the enclosing arms of the bay, the hills of Jura, Islay and Donegal made up our horizon. Eilean nan Ron lay offshore.


As we emerged from the shelter of the bay...


...the swell picked up as we rounded the skerries of Bacastair.


Then we entered the great tidal lagoon called the Strand, which separates Colonsay from Oronsay only at high tide. It reminded me of the lagoons of Arisaig and like there, was well populated by inquisitive grey seals.


We made first landfall on Colonsay at a delightful little beach.


The Campbeltown registered SS695 FV Keriolet (11.4m) was lifting her pots in the lagoon. She was built in 1994 and originally registered in St Ives in Cornwall but now fishes outof Port Askaig.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

The stories of contrasting graves on Oronsay


The Prior's House at Oronsay has recently been made weather tight and the ancient grave slabs, which were previously exposed to the elements, have been moved inside. The grave slabs of two warriors lie on the floor but the others are arranged vertically around the walls.


High on the east wall the remains of another cross have been reassembled.


Beneath, stands the grave slab of one of the Priors. The inscription reads:

[HIC] IACET D(OMI)N(U)S DONALLDUS / MACDUFFIE PRIO[R
(CON)VEN/TUALIS DE O[RR]ANSAY QUI / OBIIT AN(N)O MDL-

'Here lies Sir Donald MacDuffie, Conventual Prior of Oransay, who died in the year
155-'

It is known that he died after a long illness in 1554 so it is likely that the slab was carved in expectation of his death but the final digit of the year was never added.


These two memorials stand in the McNeill family mortuary. The inscription on the right hand one reads:

In memory of / Alexander McNeill / Laird of Colonsay and Oransay / Gigha and
Ardlussa / aged 59 / Anne Elizabeth Carstairs / his wife / fourth daughter and coheiress
of / John Carstairs Esqre / of Woodhurst and Warboys, Hunts / aged 47 / and
two of their daughters / Cecil Anne / aged 17 / and / Hester Mary / aged 6 / who all
perished / in the wreck of the "Orion" / at Port-Patrick on her passage / from
Liverpool to Glasgow / 18th June 1850 / and are buried in the / Island of Gigha


The Orion was an 890 ton steam paddle steamer which was wrecked on the rocks at the entrance to Portpatrick harbour on 18/06/1850. She had 38 crew and 212 passengers. Despite sinking in full view of the town and the efforts of local fishermen, 41 lives lost. There was such an outcry following the sinking, as reported here in The Illustrated London News, that henceforth British ships had to carry enough lifeboats for every passenger.


In the graveyard there are several graves to unknown sailors. The inscription of this one reads:

MN / A sailor of the / 1939 - 1945 / war / Merchant Navy / Found 10th July 1946 /
Known unto God

Oronsay and Colonsay by their position to the west of Scotland have been where many sailors lost in the Atlantic have been washed ashore.


Due to the swell, we had been unable to land on Eilean nan Ron, to the SW of Oronsay. I had hoped to find the simple wooden cross on the machair which marks the grave of Edmondo Armando Sottocarnola. It is situated near the old seal hunter's hut which you can see to the right of the wave.


Edmondo was an Italian civilian who was being deported to Canada with other Italian and German civilians in 1940. They were on the Arandora Star when she was sunk on 1/7/1940 by the German U-boat U47. Of about 1736 people aboard, about 867, almost half, were drowned.

The original wooden cross marking Edmondo's resting place decayed long ago but the late Finlay McFadyen of Colonsay made a replacement in October 2002.