Camas Sgiotaig

The Singing Sands of Eigg. We owned this beach today, and returned it in decent condition for the next owners tomorrow. No one else on it all day. Turquoise water, white singing sand. Sunshine. Water at a temperature to shrivel all ambition. More geology than Hugh Miller could gather on The Betsey (and he tried). Rhum, of course. Waterfalls in the cliffs behind the beach. Cows and bulls roaming free, to negotiate en route. Special