As we had a day off we decided to make use of the ferry port and sail to Eigg for the day. Handily the ferry departed Mallaig at a reasonable hour enough to have a lie in, eat breakfast at the latest spot available and get to the terminal. We arrived into Eigg 1130 with the return at 1630, plenty of time to explore this island. With only one real road, 6kms long we took the bikes and cycled to the otherside to beat the numerous other day trippers of which there were lots of OAPs. We arrived into Cleadale sounding more Yorkshire than what I’d expect of a remote Scottish Isle. From here we dumped the bikes and walked tentatively past some rather large cows to get to a beach called Singing Sands. Immediately disappointed the beach did not sing, I wasn’t expecting a raft of choral music or some classic rock but it was quiet. Maybe it needed to wind to sing? We started to walk to the flat sand, which was vast in a really low ride. As our feet brushed the soft sand, squeaks could be heard, each step squeaked. Ah, that must be the singing, still disappointed tho.
The sands were awesome, the sun shone over to Rhum looking massive and rugged, it’s many mountain peaks looked like a cartoon like mountainous island as opposed to what a real life one would be like.
We played frisbee on the beach all by ourselves not a sole around. It was bliss.
Until a family turned up and it wasn’t just ours. Which I know sounds silly as it was a big beach but still it is nice to have something so beautiful all to yourself. Anyway they kept out our road and were actually really nice.
We explored the strange rock formations along the beach and the waterfall in between the crevices.
Returning we went all the way back to the otherside of the island to have some lunch and watch out over the mainland, plotting our route along the distant headland.
Time to kill we posted a post card and headed along the cliffs.
A good day on Eigg and I decided to have a night off the beer. Drinking every night and cycling really isn’t a good mix even if you only consume a few beers. We ate at an Italian in mallaig, a pleasant change from scottish fried food.