There are not many places left in the UK where you can walk for four days amongst jaw dropping scenery and not see another person. Once we left the single track road we had the hills, coast and bothies of Jura all to ourselves. The reason for this became apparent as we made our way down the west coast, the going can only be described as ‘character building’. The weather threw pretty much everything our way. I have an overriding memory of walking directly into the teeth of a gale with heavy rain being blown into my face. There was nothing I could do to prevent that cold trickle of water running down my chest!
I will do a write-up later in the week. In the meantime the photo below was taken from just outside Ruantallain bothy, possibly now my favourite spot on earth. Twenty four hours of constant wind and rain was beginning to clear just as the sun was setting behind the northern tip of Islay.