The road ends at Sanna. After the single-track miles of the B8007 and the minor road that peels off it, you reach scattered croft houses and white shell-sand beaches backed by dunes and machair. The township splits into Lower Sanna and a more dispersed Upper Sanna, set between a low ridge and the Atlantic, with the Small Isles—Muck, Eigg and Rum—laid out across the Sea of the Hebrides on a clear day. The geographer J. B. Whittow called these "delightful bays backed by beaches of creamy shell sand."
There is no general shop or pub here. What there is, at A Sanna Croft, is the West Highland Woollery, which produces natural undyed knitting yarn and knitting kits and sells them from the croft and online. It's a place with six reorganised crofts and, at the last count, eight permanent residents. Most of the houses are holiday cottages now.
For a pint and a plate you drive the six miles to Kilchoan, about twenty minutes. The Kilchoan Hotel, a former shooting lodge and the most westerly hotel on the British mainland, keeps the only bar for miles. The kitchen leans on what is landed and farmed nearby: grilled Old Spot pork chops, Ardnamurchan Estate venison steaks, fish and chips, steak and stout pie, with salmon, haddock, mackerel, langoustines and mussels when they come in. The bottled ales are from Oban Bay and the Isle of Mull, and there are Ardnamurchan Distillery whiskies behind the bar. Guests report dogs are welcome in the bar area—worth confirming when you book—and there is a garden for the still evenings.
Kilchoan is also where you find Fika Coffee at the community centre, doing lunches, coffee and homemade cakes, and, on selected Wednesdays between April and September, a produce market: Kilchoan Bakery bread, vegetables from the West Ardnamurchan Community Garden, meat from a grower named Hughie, and smoked fish, mussels, oysters and prawns from Tobermory Fish. The village shop at Kilchoan, the Ferry Stores, closed in October 2025 after more than fifty years when David and Morag Doherty retired; a community-owned replacement was crowdfunded the following spring. Bring your own supplies, and check locally for the latest on the new shop.
The walking is the reason to come. From Portuairk, a mile round the coast, a rough path crosses flower-rich machair to Sanna before a wet, largely pathless circuit of Sanna Point—about seven kilometres in all, and slow going, but with Ardnamurchan Lighthouse and the islands in view most of the way.
Sanna wears its history at ground level. Bronze Age people lived on the machair behind the beach, and the place-name comes from the Old Norse words for sand and island; Roy's military surveyors wrote it simply as "Sand" in the 1750s. In the 1920s the women of Sanna and neighbouring Plocaig petitioned Queen Mary for a road, having until then carried provisions in on their backs from Achnaha and carried coffins out to Kilchoan for burial. The road opened in 1925. A few years later the photographer M. E. M. Donaldson and the artist Isabel Bonus designed a house here, Sanna Bheag, of local blue granite under a thatch of turf, straw and heather, completed in 1927, with a darkroom for Donaldson's plates.
Much of that older life is caught in Alasdair MacLean's Night Falls on Ardnamurchan, written about his own family's croft here—the daily work of it, and the slow ebb. Eight people now stay the winter; the rest of the houses wait, dark, for the summer to fill them again.