...the rain started falling as we paddled...
..NW, on the seaward side of the Isles of Fleet.
The cormorants had finished breeding on the Murray's isles and there were only a few reluctant fledglings remaining.
A little southerly breeze picked up to help us back into Fleet Bay against an ebb tide. The grey skies and rain had not spoiled our paddle and the sun obligingly broke through...
...for an evening barbecue...
...overlooking the bay.
