Gigha
Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009We took a day trip to the island of Gigha on Sunday. We used to go quite frequently but it had been about two years since our last trip so it was fun to go over. We had planned to walk down to Achamore Gardens but the kids were meandering so very slowly that we soon ditched that plan and just had fun in the playpark and at the beach instead. The playpark there is so much better than our own one so it is almost worth the ferry fare for that alone.
Evan on the ferry:

Aidan and Orin on the ferry:

Arlo (and me) on the ferry. It was his first ever time on a boat so I had to take a photo to commemorate such a milestone. It was so blustery though that we only stayed on deck long enough for the one snap:

The view from the ferry:

Evan watching the ferry pulling into the quay:

Aidan and Orin just arrived on the island:

Aidan and Evan studying a map of Gigha:

Some photos of the bay:


Me with Arlo - who is teething, hence the papoose munching:

Everywhere we go, we find fuzzy caterpillars:


Aidan picking brambles:

Chris:

More bramble munching. They must have eaten their own weight in brambles:

Bramble bush photos:


Boys on a bench:

Walking. Really. Slowly:

This cairn is made of stones visitors bring with them to celebrate the island’s independence. We forgot:



Orin walking over a cattle grid:

A rosehip:

A bee on a blossom:


It’s another fuzzy caterpillar:

A red hot poker:

Playing in the playpark:













Aidan waiting patiently on his brothers:


Aidan climbed through this thorny bush to get to the beach just for the sheer merry heck of it:

The lens flare is weird and technically this photograph is wrong, but I still like it:

A view of the beach:

Boat on the beach:

Arlo and his Daddy:


Cute wee Arlo:

Orin on the rocks:

He thought he was a mermaid:

Evan looking out to sea:


Aidan playing in the sand:

Evan sprinkling sand:

Arlo and Mummy:

Orin playing on the sand:

Orin making a sand angel:

Wading in the sea:


Self-portrait:





Paddling in the sea:



Orin burying his feet in the sand:

Ean dancing on a rock:

Aidan’s feet:

Aidan playing in the sand:

Chris and all of his boys:


Arlo and me:


Trekking back to the quayside:




The ferry pulling in:

A final view of the bay:

Back on the boat, face plastered in bramble juice:


Back on the mainland:

Walking back to the car:

























































































































































