After rounding the Mull of Kintyre and entering the Firth of Clyde we came across a pair of sea eagles soaring with their offspring.
We needed a break and the sight of the sands of Carskey Bay proved most welcome.
We were by now rather hot.
I went for a very quick swim while Tony sensibly cracked open a can of Guinness.
We lazed in the sun while we looked back at the line of cliffs leading to the Mull of Kintyre, home of mists and sea eagles..... days like these.....
26/07/2008
