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So close you could swim across, Rabbit remains my favourite little island.
You'd have to be a wuss, and a fair-weather paddler to like this kind of easy paddle & camp. But paddling/kayaking/canoeing is the way to get just that bit away from MainLandStuff - knowing that no others would be able to sneak in to the coves & beaches you find.
There are extaordinary kayakers out there - circumnavigating Ireland, the British Isles and further and wider ... but that's not me.
What I'm looking for here on Platial are your hidden coves and bays and beaches, where you've camped and cooked and paddled.
www.oileain.org Here is David Walsh writing in OileƔin (an evolving guide to the Irish islands): Rabbit Island East: 'Really a pair of giant stacks detached from Rabbit Island. It is possible to get through the channels except at LW. The stach nearer Rabbit is climbable in the E side with care. The larger taller steeper stack farther from Rabbit will be too dangerous a grassy scramble for most tastes.
Rabbit Island: 'This pleasant, formerly inhabited island is the mainstay of this group and very much worthy of a camping stopover. he best landing place is halfway along the N coast, on a sheltered pebble beach under a ruined house. There is sheltered camping beside the house, but no water was found. The island is waisted N/S at this point, and camping may also be had on the other, S side of the waist, also from a pebble beach, for that 'oceanic feel' and also at any number of other pebble beaches on this much-fragmented, attractive island, which is well worth pottering around, on foot or afloat.
This island is privately owned (1997) by an owner who would prefer exclusive use of the S facing beach referred to above for picnics and boat, but otherwise would allow well behaved visitors to use the rest of the island in passing.
There are wild horses, burrows, Chough and Linnet on the island. Otter were seen on the W side and at the Stack of Beans on the E side.'
Some years back, that new owner turned up for the first time and caught me by surprise: up 'til then I had thought the exclusive use of the place, including that 'oceanic feel', was mine. How could someone 'own' this uninhabited island? How could he own 'my island'? I broke camp and left in a rage - which was only slighly moderated later that summer, when I cruised past and spotted them skinny-dipping - as I had done before. He was putting his exclusivity to some good use, at least.