When I was growing up, water and me didn’t mix. From being badly scolded with boiling hot water to needing artificial insemination respiration, it’s no wonder I never became a Mark Spitz or Michael Phelps, but even though it’s nearly killed me, as we all know, water is the staff of life, and whenever I get the opportunity, I like to be out on a boat. Not mine I hasten to add because I just wouldn’t be safe being in charge of one. I’m no Captain Cook, more like a Captain Pugwash.

Fortunately, we were in a safe pair of hands when we left Ulva Ferry for the Treshnish Isles, a small group of uninhabited islands off Mull’s West Coast in Scotland’s Inner Hebrides. There’s not a lot to say about the Treshnish Isles except that they’re made up of a number of skerries and around eight larger islands, the largest being Lunga – our destination, and instead of waffling on, I’m just going to leave you with a gallery of pictures that, even on an inclement day, will show you why we thought it was worth the lumpy boat ride out here.

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Originally posted 2024-01-11 16:26:12.