Day 5: in which I do the Corryvreckan run in two under par

Some would say that going 5 days without seeing rain in Scotland is good going. Frankly, coming from Almeria, it’s a bit disappointing. I was going to the neighbouring island of Jura. It’s separated by a mile or so of water from Islay – a nasty bit of water which rushes past at high speed with the tide. I’d originally planned to explore the paps of Jura. Martin Coventry stiffly notes that the name comes Continue reading Day 5: in which I do the Corryvreckan run in two under par

Day 4: the singing of the seals

The singing of seals is a magical and ethereal experience, haunting in its echoing call. I sat enthralled in the early morning outside Portnahaven, feet dangling above a limpid sea, kicking against the old jetty as the seals sang, perched on rocks or gamboling in the waters edge. It is no wonder that ancient mariners would whisper that there was a whiff of the mermaids lure in their song, for as I sat there with Continue reading Day 4: the singing of the seals