#Holiday Touring the Inner Hebrides day 3 – Island of Islay, #Scotland

The Hebridean islands of Islay and Jura sit very close together, and are most famous for their whiskies!

Jura (which we didn’t get across to) is largely uninhabited and mountainous, with a short road down one side leading to a few houses and, you’ve guessed, a distillery. Jura is a great malt whisky, which even gets a mention in my short story, Sprite Night, as Duncan the druid’s choice of drink – highly approved of by Cassie.

We arrived on Islay by ferry into Port Askaig, and drove the short distance (20 minutes) to Bowmore, where we stayed the night. With only one day on Islay, we set off in the morning to explore the top half of the island first, heading for Portnahavon.

Just after leaving Bridgend, driving along the coast, we saw a car parked at the side of the road with people standing beside it staring up through binoculars.

And, YES! Our first close sighting of a Golden Eagle! The poor bird was being mobbed by crows. Crows do this to all the big birds of prey, which are not very manoeuvrable at low altitude, and have to duck and dive and try to slide past the crows until they hit a good thermal and can get above them. This one was having a struggle, and so, was flying very low over the road – what a fantastic opportunity to see one so close!

We drove beneath this aerial battle a little way before stopping and breaking out the binoculars. Oh, such a wonderful experience!

Last year’s trip, to the Outer Hebrides, we walked miles to the Harris Eagle Hide, and after a long wait, saw two of these magnificent birds as tiny dots at great height, barely visible to the naked eye, though easily distinguishable by binocular.

This time, we were so close beneath the eagle, we could make out its feathers!

Not quite as close as this, but to give you an idea of the mighty bird with a wingspan of over 2m

Courtesy of Tony Hisgett from Birmingham, UK

After a little while, it managed to rise above the beastly crows, and was then joined by its mate – an absolutely glorious sight.

Eventually, they rose high enough to give us neck ache, staring up at them, so we drove on. And guess what? A little further along the road, we came across another pair, both being mobbed! We watched this pair, too, until they soared up and over the crest of the nearby hills.

Absolutely thrilled by starting the day this way, we continued along the road to Portnahavon, a beautiful little village arranged around a pretty little bay, looking out onto a smaller island with a lighthouse.

Right out on the headland at the end of the village, opposite the lighthouse, I took this video – if you take notice at the very beginning of a hazy piece of land in the distance, you might be as surprised as I was, to realise you are looking at Ireland! I had no idea we were so close.

Leaving Portnahavon behind, we headed off on one of the smaller roads – a picturesque drive along an awe-inspiring coastline.

This single loop led us back to the main road, to Port Charlotte, where we saw another pair of Golden Eagles!

This time I was quick enough (almost) to get a photo – one was perched on top of a telegraph pole. Of course, by the time I got my camera switched on and focussed, it took off – the resulting picture (I don’t have the greatest zoom on this camera) is a bit fuzzy, taken after just two big flaps of those huge wings, but at least this photo is all my own!

So we set off again down one of the small sideroads, leading to Machir Bay, and discovered our first distillery of the day.

Kilchoman distillery, is the only family owned distillery of the eight, soon to be nine, distilleries on this tiny island!

One of their whiskies is completely home produced, with their own home-grown barley (the distillery is in the middle of the family’s farm), and as a result is a unique product. All other whiskies produced on the island rely on at least some imported barley.

Of course, we had to partake of a tasting, in their lovely cozy café…

Unfortunately the amazing brown colour of the water (these were for cleansing the palate between sips of the real stuff) didn’t come out very clearly, but anyway, we brought a bottle home with us – yum!

Outside again, we looked across the fields and spotted another raptor, one I could identify this time, after my last research stint – this one was a male Hen Harrier

(Again, not my photograph)

(Wikipedia photograph)

As you can see, utterly different to the brown female bird of yesterday – quite spectacular, in fact.

And guess what – looking out over the barley fields, yes – another Golden Eagle (no. 7 so far today)

Continuing on from Kilchoman, we followed the loop of road around towards the RSPB (Royal Society for Protection of Birds) reserve at Loch Gruinart, where we found the recently arrived (and still arriving en mass) flocks of Barnacle Geese , ready to settle down for winter after a summer of breeding in the arctic.

They are a very chatty bunch of birds!

Leaving the rowdy geese behind, we carried on and, you’ve guessed it, spotted another Golden Eagle.

Returning to the main road, and back to Bridgend, we took the back road down to Port Ellen and saw eagle no. 9. flying over some forestry. I’m afraid by this time we’d reached the point of, “Oh look, another eagle. Okay, drive on.”

Also by this time, we were ready for a drink (not the alcoholic type this time), so we stopped in at the Laphroaig distillery (they also serve coffee) and stood for a while outside, soaking up the malty smell and this gorgeous scenery – who wouldn’t want to work in a place like this?

I already have a bottle of Laphroaig at home, so no need to top up, though tempting.

After all, it’s good enough for royalty…

And it is Cassie the Scottish water sprite’s favourite tipple.

This bottom tip of the island is well supplied with distilleries, the have even built a walkway between three of them, to keep visitors safe and out of their cars. We stopped again at the last of these three, Ardbeg, for tea and cake in their fabulous café.

If you’re wondering about the abundance of distilleries on a small island, here’s why:

“It is believed that the Irish monks first introduced the art of distillation to Islay, during the early fourteenth century. Due to the fact that Islay was a fertile island for growing barley, called bere in the old days, with excellent pure water sources and plenty of peat, the island had everything in favour to distill whisky. Some of the Islay Single Malt Whiskies are the strongest flavoured of all malt whiskies, a property which endears them to some and is less appreciated by others.” (https://islayinfo.com/islay_whisky_distilleries.html)

Personally, I adore the smoky, peaty flavour, and have been more than happy to relieve a couple of less-than-keen friends of bottles of Laphroaig they’ve received as presents.

A little way past Ardbeg, we ran out of road along this pretty shoreline, which had a family of lazy seals sunning themselves on the rocks (too far for my camera, alas).

Then it was on to our final destination of the day – RSPB Oa reserve – with just enough daylight left for the 3 mile circular walk, to include the American Monument:

“The American Monument is built on a 429 feet (131 metres) high cliff on the Oa Peninsula in 1920 by the American Red Cross, and is designed by architect Robert Walker. The monument commemorates the loss of two troop ships in 1918, the Tuscania and the Otranto and the location overlooks the very spot where the Tuscania sunk.” (islayinfo.com)

On the way up there, we walked through a field full of these gorgeous creatures



And black

Highland cows are just adorable, aren’t they? And so friendly.

Walking up the track at the side of the field, we noticed two large birds sitting on the fence posts ahead of us. Assuming they were buzzards, we didn’t look too closely – until we got near enough to make them take off, and guess what? YES! They were a pair of Golden Eagles!!!

Not believing our luck, we proceeded up the track with these majestic birds playing fence hopping ahead of us until we reached the end of the fence line, at which point they left us and headed off towards the cliffs.

I just cannot believe our luck!

Calming down from all that excitement, we continued on over the marshy track (thankfully they’ve laid plastic walkways over the worst parts) to the monument.

This is the coastline beneath the monument, so you can see what sort of conditions any survivors faced (the Tuscania was torpedoed, the Otranto collided with another ship)

The monument is a peaceful place to stand and reflect, though definitely not a place to get too close to the edge beyond it

Further along on the walk, is a great view of the beach (on the left) where local men pulled survivors to safety, and gathered the bodies of the victims. It must have been so hard but locals plunged into the water to help – true heroes all.

Arriving back to the car at dusk, we then spent a lovely night at our B&B before driving back to Port Ellen the next morning to catch the ferry back to the mainland, and onward with the island odyssey!



  1. Mark Henwick · · Reply

    Thank you.
    Have wanted to visit Islay for ages, planned it this year and… failed again.

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    1. Don’t fail next time, it’s worth it, though I have to say (eagle-spotting aside) Mull was my favourite. Coming up next week…


  2. Fuzzy, furry friendly moo-moos! I love them!
    I did not know the story of the American Monument. Thank you for sharing. The first world war has lost its impact on a forgetful U.S.
    Eagles in our area are more like vultures, in that they are carrion creatures. Hawks are the top predators here. There are hills here that the big birds use for thermals. They hunt in pairs and even threes, with one hawk drawing up the defensive birds and thus leaving the nest unprotected. Last Spring a hawk attacked my cat Kitka. He fought his way free, but that is a rarity. I have two, twin, twenty-five pound doggies. A couople of weeks ago they were digging for moles with their rear ends up in the air and I saw a threesome of hawks eyeing them. I grabbed up a stick and stood guard. The hawks saw what was up and flew off.
    Thanks for the charming travelogue!

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    1. Glad you are enjoying the travelogues 😀
      It’s rather sad the US has forgotten that much about the first world war, its been a big part of this year over here, with the 100th year anniversary. Such tragic waste of a generation.

      Plenty more of those moo-cows to come; they are everywhere on the islands, such gorgeous and friendly beasts.
      I’m glad to hear you were around to protect your doggies – we had a similar experience a few years ago, when we brought a litter of puppies out of the Highland house for the first time and put them in a run in the garden. We spotted a couple of buzzards circling with intent, and stood guard over our preciouses. We then built a mesh roof for the run for the future. I love to watch raptors, but I wouldn’t be impressed if one made a meal of my dog!


  3. What a trip. Great photos and great weather. Love that part of the world but not visited too many of the islands. Actually housesitting for a dog called Jura at the moment.

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    1. What a well-named dog ❤
      It was a fab trip, and aside from day one and the last day, the weather was mostly kind – not something you can guarantee in the Highlands!

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  4. That map is much-appreciated. The pictures are gorgeous. Who wouldn’t want to visit? I suspect the residents are happy their weather is so horrid, everyone in, well, the world, doesn’t move there!

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    1. Ah, but when the weather is great, its spectacular. You learn to live with the bad days. Hadn’t thought of that benefit of them, though 😀


  5. Wow, what a spectacular place. The photos really gave me a feel for it. But holy smokes Deb, that closeup of eagle with a 2 meter span. My gawd! ❤

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    1. Yep, that’s why they’re impressive even at a distance! And why I love to see them – such spectacular birds. The biggest bird in the UK by far.

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      1. Magnificent! 🙂

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  6. davidjrogersftw · · Reply

    Thank you Deborah for this lovely, detailed, and inviting tour of a country I’ve wanted to visit for a long time–and maybe will some day. it’s beautiful.–truly. Best wishes, David

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    1. I’m so happy to bring this amazing country into people’s lives – I can’t get enough of it, truly. And there’s plenty more to come…


  7. Lovely, Deborah. I was born in Bowmore and christened in the round church there. My name is on one of the Crade Rolls (1954) around the walls.

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    1. How lovely! That church is such a feature, I spotted it in a film recently, though now I can’t recall what the film was!


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