Day 6: northwards bound again

I was sad, once again, to be leaving Islay. I pottered around the hotel room for a bit, idly picking up and discarding items to pack. Then I realised I’d better get a move on if I was going to see anything before catching the ferry. My original intention had been to push north to Oban via the island of Colonsay. But it turned out – I hadn’t read the small print – that the Continue reading Day 6: northwards bound again

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