Showing posts with label wild camping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wild camping. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 01, 2020

Puffing Puffins Tour Day 7 Mull: Fionnphort to Calgary Bay Friday 14th June 2019

Day 7

Today 94 km 1116m Ferries: 0
Tour to date: 471km 5146m Ferries: 7 Islands: 4
Calgary Bay, Isle of Mull

We wake to a strong wind at Fidden Farm near Fionnphort, still northerly. We strike camp and fight the flapping tent into it's stuffsack, tents are made of spinnaker material these days and do a good impression of wanting to sail off when I just want to get it into as small a space as possible! Bikes loaded we set off at 10am to retrace our steps for 30km. We know there is no café stop at Pennyghael Post Office today, as the post mistress told us yesterday she was off to a textiles exhibition on the mainland, her only weekend off all summer. So we stopped early on at the shop in Bunessan for the day's supplies, fairly certain that's the only shop today. On we plod into the wind. Then the rain starts. We find several cyclists despondently reading the sign on the closed PO door in Pennyghael and confirm what we know. They are heading to Fionnphort. We take the left and notice a sign for Whitetail Gin and a café and a hotel. We are cold and wet and quite despondent but decide to tackle the extra steep hill and hope the sign is telling the truth. It was, past the hotel we find newly established Whitetail Gin and café and head inside, it's 12.30. Hot drinks and food made all the difference. Chatted with the enterprising young owners and fellow customers who apologised for being "twitchers." I'm not sure why they apologised, I'm jealous because I know nothing about wildlife and only see specks, good for them enjoying the stunning surroundings and having a fascinating interest and enjoying their holiday too.
Whitetail Gin Cafe
Fortified and pleased to see the rain has abated slightly, we head off out at nearly 2pm. We have another 50+km and some immediate sharp climbing round Ben More to conquer. We wend our way around the coast, sweat our way up a sharp pull and see Ulva looming below. Served by a daily ferry, except on Saturdays (today) we couldn't spare the time for 2 days on Ulva and Gometra and really you need mountain bikes if not walking, there are no paved roads on off-grid Ulva, one community café and Ulva Primary School is at the ferry jetty, on Mull! We have passed the escape route to Salen so are committed to getting to Calgary Bay tonight now.
Ulva looming ahead
Ben More off to the right




Basking seal
As we continue skirting the coast we are distracted by all the birds, the sky is clearing and we even "sunbathe" for a while. Steve spots an eagle and I did manage to glimpse it. There is now enough blue sky for a pair of sailor's trousers. It is drop dead gorgeous here.

Looking back to Ulva

We plod up the last big pull of the day and Calgary Bay comes into view.  What a reward for our efforts.
Calgary Bay, Isle of Mull
We swoop down and immediately spot the community camping space by the southern end of the beach with a public toilet block/bins/recycling and water tap funded by donations. There were about half a dozen tents and we easily found a flat spot with a picnic bench and a view. What a view.

Badly Pitched tent
Camping Calgary Bay, Isle of Mull
Finally I get my wild swim, it's perishing cold, campers walking their dogs are wrapped up in fleeces but after shivering into the water eventually, it was a long walk out to get deep enough, two others joined me, in wetsuits. We had a sociable chat about outdoorsy things. Once fully submerged the cold is actually warm, hard to explain but your core gets warm and I wasn't freezing, although I can never feel my hands and feet. quite a long time later I emerged (I did swim too) to Steve holding both micro towels and my fleece to wrap myself in. The exhilaration of cold water wild swimming is so worth the first few minutes of discomfort. Once dry and wrapped up my skin tingled for hours, feeling alive and lucky to be here.
Wild Swim Calgary Bay, Isle of Mull
Calgary Bay
After a nice brew we actually ate a dehydrated chilli we had been carrying all round the Cairngorms last summer. It was food, everything tastes good after a day out in fresh air and in such glorious surroundings. Your senses are so heightened. A lovely sunset concluded a memorable day.


From Insta: #Day7 Yesterday was a day of two halves. Very hypothermic morning to #WhitetailGin from #Fionnphort Finding the café saved abandoning back to ferry. The afternoon up to #CalgaryBay was utterly gorgeous #cycling Rain abated, sun came out, plenty of #hills ending in the most perfect #wildcamp and #wildswim ever. Half way through #PuffingPuffinsTour2019 already#InnerHebrides #cycletouring #Mull



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Friday, October 04, 2019

Puffing Puffins Tour Day 3 Jura: Craighouse - Islay: Claggain Bay via Oa peninsula Monday 10th June 2019

Day 3

Today 80km 977m Ferries: 1 Jura - Port Askaig Islay
Tour to date: 170km 2103m Ferries: 3 Islands: 2
American Cemetary Oa Peninsular Islay
My Strava entry for the day: Another awesome day of adventure. Steve lost a spoke in Port Askaig. Limped to Port Ellen over the glorious moors, stunning day. Jim of Islay bike’s saves the day with a new old wheel with far more spokes in. He didn’t have any of the funny spikes on Steve’s wheels which we now know shouldn’t be touring. Meanwhile we have pizza and Caesar salad in Port Ellen and continue our plan of hacking up to the American monument on Oa peninsular. Just breathtaking scenery, birds, flowers. Back to Port Ellen for picnic supplies and out to Claggain Bay past 3 whisky distilleries with a dedicated bike path. Up and down all the way. Tent pitched but v windy!
Good morning campers from Jura
Jura Paradise
Yes this is the Inner Hebrides. What a glorious morning. Today we are on it. Tea breakfast and packed by 9.30am. We have a ferry to catch. The wind is still cold! Rolling the air mat and stuffing the sleeping bag is the critical pinch point of efficient packing up, most days we have to do it all in the tent but today is dry.

On our last trip we didn't do Islay justice, a peat bog tour which we are repeating today but adding the Oa peninsula and American memorial and riding out past Port Ellen to camp at Claggain Bay, pretty much at the end of the road on the SE coast.



Waiting for the Feolin Ferry to Port Askaig
We reverse our route back to the ferry for the hop across from Jura to Port Askaig on Islay. The known heck of a haul out of the harbour. It was not that bad at all. The mind plays strange tricks with hills. Especially hills out of ferry ports. 

Except it was spinning up out of Port Askaig when Steve realises his back wheel was not right. A broken spoke. We make our way across the grouse moors very gingerly. Internally I'm panicking. We have a spoke with us but... when I get phone signal I google, there is a bike shop in Port Ellen, Islay Cycles. Fortunately it is Monday. Thankfully Jim answers the phone. We explain our predicament and arrange to meet at lunchtime. It was a lovely ride across the moors, tainted by the worry of a wobbly wheel.
We don't turn off to the Oa peninsular as planned and roll into Port Ellen. after a couple of wrong turns we realise we are right, the bike shop is Jim's house. His back garden is chock a block with hundreds of bikes in various states of repair, covered by many tarpaulins. I'm sure he knew what he had.

We got told off, Steve's bike, especially his wheels, are nowhere near tough enough for touring apparently. He's on the weight limit for the frame without luggage. I hadn't twigged he had new wheels since the last trip. Apparently his spoke nipples were quite odd too, turned out Jim didn't have any of that type. Ohh err missus. Jim was quite confident he could come up with something and dispatched us off into town for lunch. He gleefully stated that next day delivery is a week in these parts. We had a nice pizza but somewhat tainted by the worry that we may be catching a ferry back to Oban and it may be the end of the tour.
Port Ellen: Marmalade Ice Cream from Arran!

I liked the look of the ice creams in a gift shop, the marmalade one was divine. We walk back up to Jim's house/Islay Cycles and there is Steve's bike ready to go. He's found a new old wheel, £50 for make do and mend, he keeps the old one for running repairs for the next idiot that rolls into town on inadequate equipment. Steve's new tyre has been swapped over. What a hero. Jim saves the day. The tent is transferred to my bike. We have enough time still to see the Oa peninsular even though it's 3pm. Yeah to Scottish summer daylight hours.
Oa Peninsular is lumpy
We ride out of Port Ellen and up towards the RSPB reserve. Short steep ramps for 5 miles. 
Yes, that is a cyclist walking, without a bike
We leave the bikes in the car park and walk the mile across the grasslands to the American Monument on the cliffs. so much wildlife, so many birds. The whole holiday the joyous birdsong was ever prevalent. Unfortunately we didn't see any Golden Eagles, on Islay. Visibility was incredible but a biting strong north easterly is keeping the temperature down. It's exhilarating.
American Monument Oa
The American Monument is a memorial to hundreds of American first World War servicemen who perished when two ships were sunk/ lost off Islay in 1918. The plaque read: 

"On fame's eternal camping ground, Their silent tents are spread, while glory keeps with solemn round, the bivouac of the dead." 

Very moving being expressed in familiar parlance to us.
American Monument Oa





















Back down we go

Back down past the American Cemetery which is meticulously kept.

American Cemetery Oa peninsular
We run back down into Port Ellen and call in at the Co Op for dinner supplies. I am carrying a musette and food stops have to fit into that so we know we can stow it all. We spot a public convenience and use that. Water bottles are topped up. We pedal on through town and out along the Whisky Trail on a metalled cycle path past Laphraoig Distillery then Lagavulin Distillery and finally Ardbeg. They are all finished for the day so it was nice and peaceful. We enjoy the quiet road for 15km along the coast, rolling as ever. We come into the sweep of Claggain Bay, a scattering of motor homes wild "camping" but no tents. Boy was it windy. 9.30pm and we battled to get the tent up in the wind with the sun still shining. We had an indoor picnic and although I had imagined wild swimming here it was just far too bitter. That near gale is still north easterly!
Perishing NE wind

Claggain Bay, SE Islay
10pm 
It's not really getting dark. This is what wild camping is about, The above photo was taken at 10pm and I woke at 3.30am and took the photos below of the sunrise. I think the silence followed by the dawn chorus woke me, the wind had abated. Just magical.





Today was a bit worrying but we solved a serious mechanical through luck and judgement and still achieved the day's aims and thoroughly enjoyed it. There is much more to Islay than the grouse moors.

 
Insta: Day 3 Stunning weather, #IsleofJura to #IsleofIslay Broken spoke #PortAskaig new old wheel by fantastic Jim of #IslayBikes in #PortEllen. Stunning weather, brisk northerly. Lots climbing on #Oa to the #americanmonumentislay and then out to #claggainbay on SE corner for #wildcamping #InnerHebrides #cycling #cycletouring #camping #PuffingPuffinsTour2019 Do not come here it’s horrible

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