We packed our boats with an unfeasible amount of gear. A couple sitting in their car couldn't believe that it all fitted. We couldn't believe the weight of our boats when we tried to carry them to the slipway.
We launched in front of the lifeboat station, after a little chat with the volunteers in the RNLI shop. In retrospect, the newer slipway (or the West Beach) would probably have been a better option. Our launch from the old slipway amused the tourists but left some gelcoat behind on the rough concrete:
We set off into sunshine, with fine views all around:
There was something of a headwind and a bit of chop but nothing to worry about:
It took us a couple of hours to reach the sands on the other side of the firth:
Our landing point was just down the beach from the lighthouse and the village:
The camping spot that we found wasn't the most appealing but it served its purpose. We were right by the golf course but the night passed without any disturbance other than the noise of the waves at high tide.There was plenty of driftwood for a fire, although we still used the trangia for cooking our meal. There was space for us to play with a new tarp as well as pitch our tents:
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