We paused again at kilchattan old church with the intention of walking up to the local high point – only 42 metres above sea level. We were more or less at that height with a view over the lush green grass to the ocean and then the Isle of Shuna.
As we gained a bit of altitude we could see across the island of Shuna to the mainland beyond.
I fear we curtailed our walk when this young chap said, ‘no’. this is, of course, a Luing cow but he certainly had an aggressive look and manner. I might have risked him, but we decided discretion was the better part of valour here, so we never made it to the clump of trees.
The views to the west were still lovely, and looking north we could see the ruins of the old church at Kilchattan.
With our walk curtailed by bovine objections, we pottered back to the ferry by Cuan Sound – an area we had driven away from and hardly seen.
The view across to Port Cuan on Seil looked calm, but the current can run at 9 mph so the little ferry is very powerful.
Local transport by the ferry. I’d guess that many a Luing person keeps a car on Seil to avoid the expense of car transportation. Something small is ideal for the island.
The slipway on Luing.
I took the high road and she took the low road.
The high road gave a view across to Ellenabeich on Seil.
You could also see the cottages on Easdale island with mighty Mull rising up behind.
A fast boat raced along Cuan Sound. The ferry was still on that side of the ocean.
Soon the ferry set off, washed quite some way sideways by the fast flow of the water.
Once organised, it turned into the current and opened the throttle.
She could just hold her complement of three cars. The ramp was lowered and once in place the cars could reverse off.
It was time for us to say farewell to Luing. The chance of a rainy morning had taken us there. For me it was a little jewel, just off the coast.
