Go Seahawks!

My local team, the Seattle Seahawks, are playing a big national game this Sunday. Here are some fans I found in the Treshnish Isles - they may have misheard the name...

Cairnaburg Chapel

During a trip to Staffa, the boat I was on passed through the narrow channel between the islands of Cairn na Burgh Mor and Cairn a Burgh Beg. Standing atop Cairn na Burgh Mor were two ruins; one was a low rectangular structure known as the Barracks, and the other, a much more intriguing structure, a 15th century chapel. As the boat continued on its way back to Ulva Ferry I promised myself that someday I'd find a way to get ashore on the tiny Cairnaburgs.

There were (and still are) no regular boat trips to the Cairnburgs. If you want to get ashore your options are either to sign up for a cruise that visits that part of the Hebrides, or to pay (a lot) for a charter day-trip. I have tried both methods. On a cruise in the area on Halmar Bjorge, the wind and sea were a bit agitated, and we were unable to land. But I did manage to get ashore to see the chapel by arranging a day-trip from Tobermory on one of the Sea-Life RIBs. Here are a few up-close photos of the chapel, and for a complete description of that visit to both of the Cairnaburgs see book 1, chapter 18.

Sea-Life RIB off Cairn a Burgh Beg

Cairn a Burgh Mor chapel

Chapel seen from the interior of the island

East gable and the altar

The Altar

King Puffin VIII

One more puffin photo from Lunga. After watching them for an hour I was able to pick out the king - the alpha puffin, the leader of the pack. Here you can see him squatting on his throne looking like Henry VIII: jowly, in need of a shave, and a tad overweight, as the lesser puffins bow down, awaiting his royal commands.

Lovers' Spat

I have a weak spot for puffins. But then, who doesn't. This quarrelsome couple was having an intense discussion on Lunga. I don't know what they were arguing about, but a minute later they kissed and made up.