Broke camp around 10 and had amazing run with the tide, quickly passed East and West Maiden The crossing is a glorious one, surrounded by a panorama of Scottish and Irish land.
Flew across in around five hours but spent another two and a half pulling back into land and pushing up Kintyre to find a decent camp.
I found one. An incredible wild camp probably only accessible from sea, my home for the night was a steep sided valley fronted by a beach and heavily decked in a century’s stranded miscellany. Retro cuts such as Stickle Bricks and some awesome driftwoods.
I shared the spot with sheep, goats and the grave of who I presumed to be a lost mariner.
Made a fire but didn’t stay awake long. Great day and weather prospects looking perfect.