Long day yesterday, leaving Port Ellen at 06:00 to get through the Sound of Jura before the tide turned.
The Sound is a beautiful place, with some distilleries and life on the Islay side but nothing on the Jura side except the Paps - 3 impressive mountains.
After a lunch stop in Loch Tarbert we found some wind and had a good sail across to Oronsay.
We are anchored in a remote bay, on an island which only has 7 people and us! Amazing sand here, it is completely white.
The plan was to go ashore, walk to the other side to look at the Priory and have a BBQ on the beach.
We walked along a track then set off across the moor. As the sea mist rolled in, we both thought of the same thing - the film American Werewolf in London. You may remember the two lads who strayed off the path against advice and were ripped apart by a Werewolf!
We started to walk a little faster, while thinking of other films, like The Whicker Man and Deliverance!
Anyway, when we did meet the locals they were very friendly, much to our relief!
Turns out that the RSPB run the farm here - protecting the birds such as the Choughs that are currently nesting.
Back at the beach with a disposable BBQ; we were defeated yet again by the midges and ended up eating pasta on the boat.
After a very rolley night at anchor, (which makes everything sway and make annoying noises) we are off to Staffa and Fingal's cave.