Sailing Adventures – part 2


The Paps of Jura by moonlight.

Our second stop was Loch Tarbert on the west coast of the isle of Jura, another one of my favourite places. There is spectacular scenery and wildlife; deer, wild goats, otters, seals and a wide variety of birdlife. Another attraction is its isolation, despite not being too far from civilisation it is one of the most remote anchorages in the Inner Hebrides. The loch almost bisects the island but has no roads and is several hours sail from the next nearest shelter.

One of the most outstanding features of the loch and the west coast of Jura are the raised beaches, remnants of the ice age. Well worth a look at this webpage for a brief but detailed explanation –


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We anchored off Glen Batrick bay where there is an isolated Victorian house, originally built as a hunting lodge and now used as a summer retreat, I believe it is owned by Lord Astor who owns the Tarbert Estate, one of three estates on the island. A more sheltered anchorage lies further up the loch, alongside the largest of the raised beaches (truly impressive), but this spot is lovely in settled weather, anchored in view of the Paps of Jura. On a previous trip I was blessed with a glorious sunset, the Paps were bathed in beautiful reds, oranges and purples, deer grazed on the beach, seals played around near the boat and I was fortunate to see a passing otter, life doesn’t get better! 🙂


Our dinghy moored alongside the jetty used by Glen Batrick house. (no road access!)

A walk ashore on a glorious summer evening ended up being an uncomfortable excursion as we became the evening meal for midges and horseflies. A day later my hand, suffering from three bites, swelled up magnificently!


It is always a joy to be in such a peaceful place; out walking, once away from Glen Batrick house, you could believe human kind doesn’t exist, such is the feeling of raw nature and solitude. In the mornings we awoke to no sound, excepting perhaps birdsong and the lapping of waves