After our exertions we were ready for a rest. We came across an old keeper's cottage high above a bay of slippery cobbles on Scarba's southern coast.
Despite having a sound roof with recent double glazing to the south, it was dusty and damp. Tony and I didn't find the atmosphere within conducive to a good night's sleep.
So we retreated to the shore where we pitched our tents. The souls of lost sailors are reputed to roam the coast of Scarba at night. Well it wasn't lost souls that bothered us. It was the double whammy of midges and ticks.
30/08/2008
