A fantastic day on Saturday to visit the small island of Luing (part of the Inner Hebrides)and walk every grid square. The views were unbelievable; as far as Malin Head in Ireland in one direction and Ben Nevis in the other. As I was rounding the southern end of the island I saw a RIB hurtling by under the lee of Scarba; that was Her Maj off to visit the Corryvreckan whirlpool on a weekend science course.
Luing is one of the Slate Islands and is now mainly agricultural, with cattle and sheep the major activities. There is some fishing and creeling. Much of the island is excellent pasture, but there are areas of bog in the central highlands (such as they are) which took some careful negotiation.
The sound of the island was dominated by birds – warblers and larks most obviously. On the west coast the flood tide was coming up the Sound of Luing and it provided a continuo of rushing, turbulent water.
A longish day’s walk, about six and a half hours to cover the whole island, but a fabulous day. Pity no pub …
(When I get a moment I will caption the toggies for you.)