On our second day, we went up to Port Askaig. From there we had a great view across the Sound of Islay to Jura.
Dad wasn’t too keen on the anchorage here…
…and the tide race looked quite ‘interesting’.
No wonder they keep the life boat here.
It’s not far from there up to Bunnahabhain, which is lovely, but the edge of nowhere.
A lovely, lovely spot in fact…
…with a hill that screams out “climb me”!
The ‘metropolis’ of Bowmore is a bonny town. The tale is that the church is round ‘so there’s nowhere for the devil to hide’.
Not a great deal of space for visiting yachts here.
Obligatory distillery photo.
I assume that this boat rushes you to the airport.
Not sure why this pair of shoes was at the top of the stairs leading to what seemed to be an uninhabited building.
Found this little number outside the Lagavulin distillery.