Glasgow (GLA) - Barra (BRR)
After stocking up on supplies both 
			landside and airside, Alastair, Greg and I made our way to a very 
			quiet BA Terraces lounge at the end of the domestic pier, where we 
			enjoyed some refreshments, compared notes on when we had last flown 
			out of GLA and were entertained by Alastair's biting observations on 
			Western culture
			
  
			As our Barra flight was called, I wondered when last such a high 
			percentage of lounge patrons had responded to such an announcement. 
			The obvious answer was, of course, the previous day
			
 
			There seemed to be considerable confusion over 
			whether the departure would be from Gate 17 or 2. Although a change 
			had been made several weeks previously, it seemed that some of the 
			systems at GLA were less than 100% responsive to change. In the end, 
			the matter was settled by simple observation : "But THERE it is!!!" 
			Gate 17 it was, then.
As we boarded the Twin Otter, First Officer Rebecca was stationed in Seat 7A to make sure that everyone took care with the very limited headroom and to announce that it was free seating. So much for the three of us having sequence numbers 1, 2 and 3! In the event, I stuck with my pre-allocated 5A, just forward of the door. When the door was closed, Rebecca repositioned to the front of the cabin and gave the safety demonstration, before finally making her way to her rightful position in the cockpit. We pushed back on time and taxi-ed out to the main runway, dwarfed by the jet aircraft round about us. Even though I knew that the plane was built for exactly this, I was astonished by the brevity of our take-off run and the steepness of the climb. We were on our way!
As we levelled out at around 4,500 feet, I broke 
			out some plastic cups and a small bottle of Czech Sekt that I had 
			acquired on my recent Prague trip. I passed a cup foward to Greg in 
			3A, but Alastair declined to join in, so I had the rest of the DIY 
			in-flight bubbly myself
			
  
			Our initial route took us over Argyll, leaving the mainland coast at 
			the entrance to the Crinan Canal, then over the Corryvreckan 
			Whirlpool between Jura and Scarba and on towards Mull. The cloud 
			began to break up a bit and I had a good view of Iona, while those 
			seated on the other side could look down on Staffa and the famous 
			Fingal's Cave. We then headed towards Tiree, passing directly over 
			the little airport to where, I was later to learn, the Twin Otter 
			had made its first round trip of the day. 
From there it was straight across the Minch towards Barra, where we made the smoothest of landings on Traigh Mhor beach a little behind schedule at 1248.
