This was the second beach I surfed, and the first I actually stood on for any length of time (so technically the first beach I surfed):
Conditions were small, with just a gentle, waist high wave peeling left and right, and breaking into clear, clean water. A seal was bobbing around for a while, curious to know what was going on. It wasn't epic surf, but fun, and a beautiful place to be surfing alone.
Earlier, I had seen another seal as I had breakfast, on the other side of the island. This was the view from my bed, when I woke:
Finally, waiting for the ferry, I explored this beach, with a lovely clinker rowing boat called Isabella pulled up to the high tide mark, on the sheltered side of the island:
I messed around having lunch and doing van chores until eventually the ferry arrived, and took me off to Barra, damp and salty and excited to be moving on.
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2 comments:
hey mate! your blog is a nice green fresh breeze in the face. Please keep writing.
Hug, Kuku.
Hey Jono, so nice to see you here, looks like you're having fun! I'd love to re-connect; would you email me?
Warmly,
Andrea
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