COLONSAY

Collecting driftwood and making camp fires to cook bacon butties on the beach.....you will find a scruffy frying pan under the stairs especially for beach adventure cooking

 Messing about in Machrins bay where at high tide the whole bay is only waist deep.

 Fishing in rock pools and off the pier, Mackrel is the usual catch, although Adam has done quite well with a collapsible lobster pot...lots of crabs but no lobster!

 Climbing Mountans.....ok the highest peak is only 469 feet but when you are 4 that IS a mountain!  The mountains on Colonsay are called Mcfies and if you are feeling energetic you can ‘bag’ all the Mcfies which means climbing all 12 peaks in the shortest time....just under 3 hours is the top time....good luck!

 Reading books....yes really..... once guests get over the no telly issue, a world of opportunities opens up.

 Go seal spotting...and some times even otter spotting.

 Spending hours collecting scallop shells ...known in our family as mermaids bras!

 Enjoy the fact that there is very little phone signal....no television.......no internet connection in the cottage!

 There are miles of unspoilt beach and cliff walks...we often have the beach to ourselves,

Just enough folks to be sociable but not enough to make it crowded....here’s a good comparison.......

Colonsay’s land mass is  15 square miles and has a permanent population of about 120 people.

 Guernsay’s land mass is 30 square miles, so twice the size, and has a population of......wait for it......65 thousand..................QED

Spotting corncrakes, choughs and golden eagles you can see both with ease and it is said that you can spot over 50 species of bird if you sit at any point on the island with a pair of binoculars.

The wildest golf course we have ever played....dodging the sheep, cows and rabbit holes whilst coping with the gusting on shore wind requires skill and patience!

 This island is simply the most beautiful, calm and restful place we know. Our visits seem to recharge us, we feel our worries melt away on the island...could be the whisky, could be the landscape, who knows