Francie’s petted-lip.
Deer, deer, deer on Jura.
The Island of Jura is about the same size as Islay and its name is believed to originate from the Norse ‘Island of the Deer.’ Despite its size Jura is only inhabited by approximately 200 people who are outnumbered by the huge population of deer. The latest count by gamekeepers, show that Jura has almost 5,500 deer, making an encounter with one of these majestic animals inevitable when visiting the Island.
The Island can be reached by car from Port Askaig. A small ferry runs at 30 minute intervals daily from 7.30 am until 6.30 pm. Other means of transportation are a small boat from Colonsay to Loch Tarbert and there is a water taxi from Crinan to Ardlussa but this is mainly for visits to the Corryvreckan Whirlpool.
Treat yourselves to a whisky at the famous Distillery on the beautiful Isle of Jura.
A peaceful scene.
The Motorhomers were taking in the beauty of Jura;
‘What do you think, Josie?’ asked Francie.
‘Aye, Francie, it looks like that wee nippy-sweetie, Morag, has warned auld Alisdair aboot smoking his pipe in the hoose again,’ said Josie. ‘It looks like he’s set the bliddy heather alight, Francie,’ he said.
‘Sure, Josie, sure, Josie. He’s set the bliddy heather alight. That’s a good yin, Josie,’ said Francie.
‘Wait tae ye see, Francie, the bliddy peat underneath will go oan fire, an’ we’ll have the biggest barbeque o’ roast venison ye’ve ever seen,’ said Josie.
The two lads were giggling at where their vivid imaginations were taking them.
‘Aye, Josie, an’ the the watter will start tae boil, an’ we’ll a’ have boiled fish for months tae come,’ said Francie.
The smile had gone from Josie’s face;
‘That’s it,’ he said. ‘Ye’ve let yer bliddy imagination go too far, Francie,’ he said.
‘Sure, Josie, sure, Josie,’ said Francie, his petted-lip trembling a little.
The Paps of Jura.
For the adventures of Francie and Josie, click here.
