Leaving Colonsay, we sail south into the Sound of Islay, looking out toward the rugged west coast of Jura.. An inspirational prelude to our week on the island. Dim evening light with streaks of sunlight illuminating the wild west coast with basalt dikes, intrusions which outlast the Jura quartzite, raised beaches, terraces of pebbles and cobbles. Red deer forage on the beach, framed by dark dikes of basalt, by caves, stacks and rock arches. The sacred places where man has trod lightly, leaving the faintest footprint. With twilight glimmer cast over the wilderness of Jura we step through a portal into myth
The wild west coast of Jura is inaccessible, wilderness walking. The Paps dominate our horizons as we explore the Inner Hebridean islands: Colonsay, Jura and Islay. On Jura, we have a sequence of fair days, still, calm and clear- so we compose walks focusing on The Paps – a challenge which is irresistible. Throughout our trip, we admire these mountains in ever-changing mood.
I plan a Jura sequence of nature writer’s blogs. Sometimes experience ( like an evening sail in fading light) is evocative but not photogenic. The Paps of Jura in fine weather can hardly fail to yield an abundance of good photographs. I am immersed in editing and reflecting on the experience.
Beinn An Oir , Hill of Gold
Beinn a Shiach , the consecrated hill,
Beinn a Chaolais, The Hill of the Kyle
In a sequence of blogs, I hope to show why the Paps of Jura are so distinctive.