Nothing says good morning like wet and sandy kit. I couldn’t hang around though, because I’d seen last night how quickly my beach launch would drain to an impossible rock garden on the ebbing tide.
Paddling was slow to begin, less than 3kn against wind and tide so it would take a long days paddling to make it across the border.
I’d hoped the Scottish coastline wouldn’t go out with a whimper, hopes realised at St Abbs Head which was carpeted with guillemots and had many gulleys and coves begging to be explored, in a plastic boat.
Return of the oyster catchers today as well as the usual puffins, kittiwakes and terns. Plenty of seals sniffing around too.
Berwick offered my first stress free landing in a week, soft seaweed and a deserted beach to hide the boat on. Managed a whistlestop tour of posh Berwick, where all the cars are clean, and even caught the second half of the football. I figured if I get up at 5am tomorrow, then I can justify watching the England game! Dream big.