Beyond West Tarbert pier we came across a graveyard of decaying...
wooden fishing boats.
This one was
FV Kreisker BA207, which was wrecked here about 1987. Their days of harvesting the oceans' bounty had long gone. In short they have seen better days.
We now came to where my friend had suggested we exit the loch to begin our portage across the isthmus into the Firth of Clyde. The
West Loch Hotel and the road to Tarbert lay a short distance over a gently sloping grassy bank. It looked ideal, an easy exit with the prospect of a refreshing pint but the illusion was shattered when we paddled into a lagoon of raw sewage, which was bubbling out of the end of a sewage pipe. Yuk! We made a sharp exit.
