Date: Saturday –Monday 31st May-2nd June
Distance: 13.6 + 12.5 + 7.2 km
Ascent: 440 + 760 + 530m
Summer holiday time – prefaced by a fortnight seeing an idiot rubbernecker driving straight into my car and various stresses with the pond life that inhabits the world of car rental companies.
The plan was to have a few days on Islay and Jura, a mix of camp and cover. We headed from Port Ellen to Port Askaig, pausing in the Co-op for supplies meant we missed the car crash in the ferry traffic ahead of us.
This time round it was the north tip of Jura, the Corryvreckan and some of the NW coast that was interesting us. Drove round the Jura road network to the road end at NR 669 927.
Saw a Beautiful Demoiselle – too flighty to photograph but the first time I’ve seen one.
We were aiming for the NW tip across from Eilen Beag but we needed to pick up some water first so we headed over An Cruachan and down the stream into Bagh Gleann nam Muc. Rather rough terrain for walking with a fairly active tick population.
3 sailing boats were moored in the harbour – there are easier ways to get to these places. Picked up our few litres of water and headed round to our planned campsite.
Quite nice to grab a seat, enough of a breeze to keep the midge off.
And so to bed. Some interesting sounds overnight including a rather unexpected male Tawny owl and something splashing through the pool near the tent (probably an otter).
A bit of a grey morning. However the force of the tide running round the point was a rather inspiring alarm clock. A couple of the sailing boats nipped into the current to speed past as we had breakfast.
Decision time – whether to work round the rough coast or mix in a bit of high ground. Decided on the latter and headed uphill and inland over Maol nan Damh and Beinn Bhiorgaig towards Cruach na Seilcheig. Tough underfoot terrain meant slow progress.
Nice view down the coast.
Skirted the south of Sgorr Mor to follow Allt Loch na Conaire down to Bagh Uamh nan Giall. Took the time down here to have a wash and freshen up.
Had a brief nosey into Garrisdale Bothy – the bothy book is replete with visits by kayakers.
Headed on over into Bagh Gleann Speireig – a more likely otter haunt. Pitched the tent on the patch of green advertised by geography.
Awoke to the largest black slug attack I’ve yet seen while camping – including the old favourite of a slug in the boot.
The rain held off until we were leaving but set in a bit thereafter.
Headed back for the car across Ben Garrisdale, up Gleann Speirig a bit then turning uphill. Overflown by a distinctly ghostly male hen harrier.
A few beers and a nice meal and ready for another wander on the Jura hills the following day.