West Loch Tarbert

West Loch Tarbert (Scottish Gaelic: Loch A Siar) is a sea loch that separates the northern and southern parts of the island of Harris in the Outer Hebrides of Scotland. A small isthmus joins these two areas, on which is to be found the village of Tarbert. The loch contains the islands Soay Mòr, Soay Beag and Isay, while Taransay lies near the mouth of the loch. Amhuinnsuidhe Castle is located on the northern shore of the loch.

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... mailboat Lochiel, serving Islay, Jura, Gigha and Colonsay from West Loch Tarbert ... could not operate from MacBrayne's existing West Loch Tarbert pier and a site at Redhouse, much further down the loch was identified ... to the Western Isles, serving Port Askaig and Colonsay, but from Oban rather than West Loch Tarbert ...

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