
It was a long paddle back from Malcolm's Point to Uisken. We stopped at this deserted and unnamed white shell sand beach.

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.

We did not want the day to stop so we took a little detour past Uisken, through the skerries, to Ardalanish Bay.

We turned back from Ardalanish as the sun began to sink in the west.

The skerries of Uisken are such a maze, it is unlikely you would ever retrace your wake.
20/07/2007