We soon had the fire going and cracked open the 18year old Caol Isla (“Sound of Islay”) malt whisky, which had been distilled just a few kilometres away on the Islay side of the Sound. The midges clearly appreciated the local spirit as well, though they seemed to have had enough by nightfall.
Fortunately they disappeared after dark. As the night wore on the embers of our fire slowly died away
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The start of another Islay adventure.
It was with considerable anticipation that Phil and I viewed Port Ellen as the ferry from Kintyre...
...approached the terminal on Islay's southern coast. Islay's characteristic whitewashed buildings with black painted windows crowded round the bays on either side of the jetty.
We then drove north to Islay's second terminal, Port Askaig. As we launched from the little harbour, the flood tide
...approached the terminal on Islay's southern coast. Islay's characteristic whitewashed buildings with black painted windows crowded round the bays on either side of the jetty.
We then drove north to Islay's second terminal, Port Askaig. As we launched from the little harbour, the flood tide
Large white navigational aids on Islay
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Making the most of short winter days.
The Firth of Clyde channel is a busy shipping lane, in the past we have met RN nuclear submarines, RN frigates, RFA supply ships, tugs, tankers and bulk carriers here. It was a relief to land safely on Port Leithne on Bute for first luncheon.
One by one we came into land. In the distance the bulk carrier Grace Future continued down the Firth of Clyde and the Polish tug Cyklops made her way up
One by one we came into land. In the distance the bulk carrier Grace Future continued down the Firth of Clyde and the Polish tug Cyklops made her way up
Two resting places on Gigha.
It was early evening when we came across the wreck of the Kartli.It was humbling being so close to the final resting place of the wreck of this great ship and it served as a reminder of the power of the sea.This quartz, on a rock nearby, seemed to have taken its hue in sympathy from the rusting remains of the Kartli.The sun was nearly setting......by the time we had explored potential camping
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