![](http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5739/3729/400/061014DSC01903.jpg)
The sands of Barlocco beach made a welcome landfall. Mine were the only footprints on the pristine sands. I sat by the old fort and watched the low October sun sink towards the horizon. The fort is actually a folly or a "coo (cow) palace" in Gallovidian vernacular.
![](http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5739/3729/400/061014IMGP2499.jpg)
Life is very, very good I thought to myself. There was no point in saying it out loud as I was completely alone. As I departed, the flood tide erased all trace of my steps and transitory prescence. I paddled home in the gathering chill of dusk, feeling at one with the Nordkapp LV....and the sea.
It is good to be back on the water.