成人快手

It was almost not raining on Monday morning so conquering the Holy Isle seemed like a good idea. We got the rib over, which in this weather is an adventure in it鈥檚 self. We dropped in to see my friends at The World Peace Centre which was lovely as Sunil was leaving for a climbing exhibition in Croatia the next day so last chance to see him for a long time, then set off around the island. We communed with the goats and had brunch in St. Molios cave.

Me communing with goats

The Holy Goat

Karma Jig

View from St.Molios Cave where we Brunched

When we got to the tailbone of the island we began our assent, passing Lama Yeshie鈥檚 retreat house and scrambling over a few rocks. Diane and I took turns whining, 鈥� this isn鈥檛 a path, it鈥檚 a flaming waterfall.鈥� 鈥淚鈥檓 not climbing that without a rope!鈥� and, 鈥淚 forgot I get vertigo Arrgh!鈥� However Ed, who is half mountain goat noised us along and eventually we reached the summit! Hurrah! We are brave mountaineers! Then we looked over to remember that there are another two humphs to climb鈥�.

AssendingHoly Isle, it's a bit steep.


This is the most remote lighthouse on Holy Isle and can't be seen from Arran. It is now a Buddhist womens three year retreat.


Summit Trig Point. Made it but too scared to stand up.


View from summit of Holy Isle with buddhist prayer flags to the left. There are prayer flags in the most inaccessable places and Buddhist Gods painted on the rocks. We also made stone towers on the beach.


Lamlash Bay from top of Holy Isle


The rain has settled into driech steady drizzle by now so the ground was a wee bit moist. Half way up the second humph I started to slide backwards and had to resort to hands & knees but the view of a heard of wild ponies from the top of the second humph was well worth it. By this point Diane had fallen er鈥ehind over bosom and turned into a mud monster so I chose the sliding down on my rear for the final decent. We finally made it back to the boat by 5.30. Diane was so muddy she had to nip behind a rock and strip before putting on waterproofs for the ride home. As we had had a short ride over we took the long way back going right round the island so we could see the inaccessible west side of Holy Isle, it was stunning! As we got faster the waves seemed bigger and deeper with the boat slamming down between waves. Ed & I are tall enough to stand up and cushion ourselves with our knees but poor Diane was bouncing in the saddle like a jelly. At one particularly big wave I thought we were all going to get pinged right out of the boat as we all flew into the air. I landed fine but Ed banged his knee and Diane bruised the F*nny (American for bottom)! We decided to take it slower after that. We arrived back and went to return the waterproofs but Diane only had her plunders on underneath so had to keep them on as we repaired to the local hostelry for refreshments. We had planned to party the night away but as Diane was melting we chose to nip home to get changed and all ended up going to bed by 9pm shattered! What a great day! Haven鈥檛 laughed so much in ages! Will post Tuesday鈥檚 excursion next. Holy Isle does have internet access but as it is predominantly a Buddhist retreat they aren鈥檛 too into blogging. They can however be contacted at www.holyisland.org