|End of Public Road|
|Rush hour on Jura|
My campsite was down on the bay. Kinuachdrachd apparently means "harbour of the ebbing tide" another good omen for me. I may get to see otters. Kinuachdrachd has some of the ancient woodland that use to cover the whole of Jura. It has survived by being protected from grazing pressures that has seen most of Jura reduced to open moorland.
Later I stopped in on Joan and Mike whose visitors had gone. Mike is in a wheelchair as a result of Lyme disease (a tick-borne illness which is extremely debilitating if not treated early). We set the world to rights ( well a bit ) before I headed to the north end of Jura to see the Corryvreckan . On the way I met Polly and Mike , an English couple who are on holiday. They were interested in what I was doing and promised to look up John Muir Trust on their return to the world of computer communications. (they did and sponsored me, Thank-you so much!)
|Gulf of the Corryvrechan|
To me , when I got there , the Corryvreckan looked reasonable but as I sat in the lovely sunshine it seemed to grow bigger. I returned my tent to find a gift of 3 home grown tomatoes from Joan & Mike. delicious
I rightly guessed that I wouldn't sleep nor would I see any otters. Tomorrow, well ....