As we approached the narrow entrance, the coast to our left was composed of grey rocks interspersed with white sand beaches and on our right...
...lay the Small Isles and...
...the snow covered Cuillin of Skye.
We paddled into Kentra Bay under a leaden sky and upon a glassy sea.
Wild wooded slopes tumbled steeply to the shores and...
...the ebb tide was already streaming through...
....the gaps between the rocky islets.
We passed an old boathouse and a carefully...
...moored old Nordkapp.
Although it was March, the birch woods were still in the grip of winter. Maybe the trees were expecting the coming snows...
This moored dinghy had seen better days but...
...the old Ardtoe pier is made of sterner stuff, its great stones have weathered many storms.
Nearby houses perched on the cliffs, while their boat houses clung to rocks by the shore.
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