After a comfortable night's camp we rose before dawn to find clouds of midges swarming round the tent vents. Once down on the beach a gentle NW wind was just enough to keep the worst of the midges at bay.
We quickly brewed some warming tea and...
...porridge but despite it being the height of the Scottish "summer" it was bitterly cold.
Fortunately as the sun rose so did the temperature and our spirits.
The wind also began to rise as we carried our kaks through the narrow gap in the reef to the sea. As our eyes turned up the Sound of Bute to the NW....
...it looked like the forecast F4 wind might shortly arrive and it would be going our way. It was time for some paddle sailing!
