The sun was set to return today along with the wind, forecast northerly 3-4 gusting 7. We ate breakfast in the warmth of the sun for the first time and as this was the last day I was committed to getting on the water.
I waisted no time aiming to beat my dad over on the boat.
I had a quick chat to my dad before parting ways, he was looking to walk around the Loch.
The white sands of the beach could easily be seen just bellow the waters surface so I landed briefly on the rocks.
As soon as I was out of the boat my dad re-appeared promising a white sandy beach around the corner so I got straight back in to meet him.
A few deer were spotted grazing up on the hills.
My dad boat finally came in, the captain making it his last, informing my dad he wont be going out tomorrow due to the weather. I couldn't help thinking about those sit on top paddlers and how they were going to manage to get back tomorrow.
16.12 nautical miles over 4.19hrs.
It was early evening by the time we got back to camp and showered before heading in to town one last time. The rain held off in the morning long enough to pack up the tents. On the way home we discussed next years trip, Mull, Arran or even the possibility of south west Ireland.
So not much kayaking but got some good walks done, spending more time with my dad. It took me back to when we used to go youth hostelling around north Wales, Scotland and the Lake District. Looking forward to next years adventures and what ever they bring, thanks Dad.