|Looking over to IRELAND!|
Checking forecasts and tides, Alice reckoned there was going to be too much swell to carry on up the west coast. We opted for an early start with empty boats for a morning paddle round to the Mull of Oa and a wee keek up the west coast. We passed lots of big, hairy, horny goats with their wee ones jumping across the rocks before scrambling up steep cliffs. Getting round to the Oa, we could see further up the coast with some impressive looking surf, but not stuff I'd want to land a boat through. There wasn't time to hang around or the tides would have been strong against us, it was bumpy enough as it was and that was without any whisky! We paddled back to a stoney wee bay for nibbles and stretch out in the sunshine, no hurry, it was still morning.
|Mull of Oa|
|Enjoying the sunshine|
We didn't stop for tasting at Bruichladdich, Hubby dear had already brought a bottle with him maintaining that is why sea kayaks are so pointy, to hold the whisky in place!
|Waiting for our lift|
|Surf looks much smaller than it really was!|
|Resting between distillers|
|Stone age art?|
|Made it to Bowmore|
|This is beginning to be a pleasant habit!|