From Loch Teacuis we crossed to the north shore of Loch Sunart...
...and landed at a lovely little beach under the ancient oak woods of Ardnamurchan.
David was a little too keen to land and he fell out of his cockpit, getting soaked in the process!
While David got changed, Phil and I started our luncheon. Out came oatcakes and a selection of fine mature cheeses, though we left the runnier French ones to David. All this was washed down with a variety of excellent malt whiskies.
After lunch we enjoyed a well deserved post prandial dose in the sun. We were disturbed only by the gentle lapping of the waves, some buzzing bees and David's snoring! Then the tide came in...
...reminding us we still had a fair distance to go!
