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It was a long paddle back from Malcolm's Point to Uisken. We stopped at this deserted and unnamed white shell sand beach.
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There was not a hostelry in sight. We had to wash our freshly caught mackerel down with what ever refreshment we had to hand. Exsisto paratus.
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We did not want the day to stop so we took a little detour past Uisken, through the skerries, to Ardalanish Bay.
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We turned back from Ardalanish as the sun began to sink in the west.
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The skerries of Uisken are such a maze, it is unlikely you would ever retrace your wake.
20/07/2007