It was as if there was a sigh of relief as soon as we landed on Jura. Hardly any cars or people, just glorious, golden sunshine and a perfect road winding round the coast. It had been hard cycling, so we were very pleased to cycle downhill into the tiny village of Craighouse, the island's hub. I took it as a very good sign that wafts of whisky and beer hit us as we cycled in: the Isle of Jura Distillery and Hotel respectively. 
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