Children in awe to find the footprints of what we assume were otters in a sand dune riddled with large burrows over a special white sandy beach. One of the sadder aspects of the beaches here is the amount of plastic, mainly of fishing industry origin. But trash management in general is not particularly good. From Canna we went on to Rum, where we stayed 3 nights. Anchored in a large bay.
Rum is a bizarre place of contrasts.
Now a National Nature Reserve. Cleared for a large sheep farm that failed. Then bought by a Lancashire industrialist who developed it as a deer hunting estate, whose heir built an obscenely lavish early Edwardian castle, for what appears to be a fairly decadent summer retreat. Go past the castle, up the glen and you are in wilderness. Steep mountains, rushing burns, heather, red deer, golden eagles and springy trails through heather, bogs, streams and plantations.