As we left the harbour at Carradale, the Sun slowly sank behind...
...the hills of Kintyre leaving...
...a lovely pink afterglow...
...as we paddled towards the south end of
Carradale Point.
Off the point, we saw an amazing display. Several porpoises had herded a shoal of fish near the surface of the sea and were feeding on them. Lots of noisy sea birds had joined in the feeding frenzy. I had never seen porpoises doing this before.
We rounded the south end of Carradale Point and turned to the north towards the wide strand of sand at its head. The
campsite was still closed for winter so we were going to wild camp on the dunes behind the beach. However, lots of people were taking advantage of the unseasonal March weather and were enjoying the sunset on the beach. So...
...we found a little patch of grass on the headland that had been closely cropped by the feral goats. We soon had a fire going under the light from the moon, Jupiter and Saturn. Across the bay, the lights of the the hamlet of
Waterfoot twinkled as the fire sparked and toasted our footsies!
