Morar Bay is famous for its dazzling silvery white sands but it was a rather grey...
...even a passing Hercules, I was concerned that Ian and Mike might not get the best impression of this beautiful spot.
As the current carried us down between the sand banks the sounds of civilisation faded away leaving only the calls of the many wading birds. The mournful call of the curlew contrasted with the pip of the oystercatchers.
The ebb was running strongly at the shallow bar across the mouth of the bay where it met the incoming wind it created some standing waves. Normally at this point you would be captivated by the outline of Eigg on the horizon (just visible through the mist) but this time we concentrated on...
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