This is my first ever trip report please forgive any short comings April 2013 - 7 days/6nights - Jura west coast. I'd been looking at the remote west coast of Jura with facination for 20yrs+ and with a weeks 'pass out' and a suitable bribe for the boy (a Kindle) - it was now, or never. Even the weather looked OK . So, car to Kennacraig, Ferry to Port Askaig, Ferry to Feolin and the island minibus to Ardlussa. We were left standing in the road in late afternoon sunshine, with overly heavy packs, and the feeling that this was 'it' - no going back now. Given the bunkhouse at Kinuachdrachd, and their 'taxi service (-at a cost) are not operating before the end of April, I decide the bothy at Glen Garrisdale should be tonights target. Initially the walk north is very bucolic - cattle in the fields and primroses in the hedges. Past Lealt the scenery melds into the landscape of the west - boggy, tussocky, and rough -and so does the road. About 1km after 'road end' we leave the track and plunge into 'the rough' -on an ATV track heading west. I am so conscious we will not reach the bothy in daylight, and I do not want to be wallowing around in the bog, in the dark, with super heavy packs and a 12 yr old in my care . 'The way' is up and down and around and about. There had been very little rain in the previous weeks and I am so grateful - this part would have been dreadful otherwise. It wasn't so easy as it was. 2/3rds of the way across I twist my ankle on a tussock. A rest, some food and head torches on, and all seems OK. The last part in the dark actually seems easier. I love night walking - the boy isn't sure but won't let on. It's late. We stuffed ourselves on a Calmac special earlier, so soup and flapjack for supper, and then bed. When I take my boots off -OUCH!. My ankle blows up like a balloon - so I did do some damage, and the boot was 'holding it all in'. I get not much sleep and a dose myself with Ibruprofen. In the morning I can hobble but carrying on with a pack would be stupid. Day 2. A zero day in the sun (+ a very cold wind) - Glen Garrisdale is lovely to explore and the boy finds a trophy to take home. Day 3. My ankle is useable. The packs have lost 24hrs of food but still feel unwieldy. We set off south and navigate across the lumps, and bumps, and boggy bits, following deer tracks. We come down to the sea a couple of times, but most of the 'under cliff' is not navigable here. Scarba to the north, behind us. At 6.30 'ish we reach our target - Corpach bay and I get the tent up ASAP. The following day we find a much better spot further down the bay . In the morning it's bright and cold, very cold - ice on the edges of the burn . Day 4. We climb out of Corpach bay and wander south to Shian bay. Then I want to check out a couple of waterfalls inland, so we leave the coast for a while. The going is mostly very good, short dry heather and gentle slopes . The views to the 'Paps' open up and we spot some wildlife too. We've been exploring and progress has been lamentably slow. It's nearly 3 by the time we stop for lunch at Shian bay. Shian is so very lovely - I decide we are staying. We have a wander up the burn. However, there is little shelter from the very cold NE wind, and the boy hides in the back of the tent as much as he can, and I double peg the tent. Day 5. Today we walk by the sea along the undercliff, exploring the caves, arches, stacks and the raised beaches that this coast is known for. The caves are huge varied and filled with dried goat dung - even so, some folks do bivvy in them . A lady-artist lived in one of them for 12 months, having supplies brought in by boat once a month. At lunch we see otter scat but no otters . The glorious sunny weather we've had is ending and it gets increasingly gloomy. Early afternoon sees us at the estate bothy at Ruantallain. One room, broken door, 3 rusty bed frames with rotten mattresses -all decorated with vast quantities of mouse **** and NO brush . We decide to stay anyway as the weather is going off and the boy prefers not to camp. I tidy as best as I can, and we sleep on the floor. Our packs are now noticeably easier to carry . Day 6. As the morning progresses the precipitation increases . We follow the ATV track and head across country for Cruib bothy, as fast as we can. The going is increasingly boggy and energy sapping in the wet and rough. The ATV track just stop us from getting too lost and avoiding the worst of the bog. One fine raised beach before the camera gets put away. No views to photo. We reach Cruib tired, wet and cold, to read in the bothy book that the previous inhabitants had "had a fine bbq and bonfire on the beach in the sunshine" -2 days before, and used all the wood . We are so cold. They also left their shiny clean beer cans in the fireplace for me to carry out . Otherwise the bothy is nice, clean, tidy and very welcome - excepting the 2" gap under the door allowing a freezing cold gale under . This is one of the coldest bothy nights I can remember and there is snow to sea level in the morning. Day7. Up early, and head for the road at Tarbet. We need to hitch to Craighouse before 14.00 to catch the bus/ferry, or stay another day. It's raining as we leave, but improves as the morning goes on. Up and down, in and out, bog hopping and finally just plain bog stomping. The bridge over the river is no more, so we wade at the mud flats. An estate worker gives us 'smelly 2' a lift and we chat about island life and common aquaintances. The first person we've seen for nearly 7 days . Au Revoir. I had wanted to do Corryvrekan to Feolin, but I can try again, and this was a brilliant trip I will remember forever. Thanks to my long suffering son for tolerating my whims. EDIT - I did return and walk the southern/second half of the west coast of Jura. Trip report here - http://www.trek-lite.com/index.php?threads/jura-west-coast-part-2.697/ And 2 years later my son and I took 8 days to walk the whole 'lot' - but I've never written that up .