Sailing Skye & Outer Hebrides on Lord Jim

Sailing Skye & Outer Hebrides on Lord Jim

If you haven’t travelled by plane to Stornoway then this is a must before you die!

What an amazing start to any holiday/adventure, flying over mountains, lochs and famous aqueducts, to be met at the airport and guided on your continuing adventure. Flying into Stornoway is our opportunity to mesmerise you with some of the most astounding wilderness and beauty known to man from above.

Sailing Skye - Lord Jim

Whether we sail to the Islands of Muck, Eigg, Rum or Canna, or head east to the Isle of Skye, the sheer awe of the mountains meeting the sea will truly take your breath away.

The Sound of Sleat, framed by the dramatic outline of the Cullin mountain range, is a sight to behold. The deeply indented and rugged coastline, capped with spectacular mountain ranges, make the Island of Skye a most magical and enticing place to embrace your chosen adventures and experiences.

Lord Jim Sailing Ardnamurchan

The pristinely beautiful white beaches and stunning turquoise blue water of Sanna Bay on Ardnamurchan, is second only to Loch na Ceall at Arisaig with its breathtaking west coast sunset.

Whatever your decisions have been regarding your chosen adventures you will be spoilt for choice, regardless of the weather. Sheer beauty, challenge, inspiration and a team to make it happen and capture those special moments for you, make it a memorable experience.

Sailing Skye - Mallaig - Lord Jim

SEA FEVER

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray dawn breaking.
I must down go to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

John Masefield

Mull & Islands