Cape Wrath on the most beautiful of days (part 2)

Turning right down the loch the views behind me seaward got better and better. 

  
The jetty arrived and I sat on the rocks waiting for the bus to come back, watching a bloke on a small boat spinning for sea trout in the estuary. He turned towards me, landed and beckoned me in. It was Jim, the ferry skipper. He gave me a lift over early, took calls regarding the ferry timings and continued fishing, all at the same time!!! With his best pal curled up forward. The quid pro quo for taking an early one on the little boat was that I had to take seaweed off Jim’s lure when it got wrapped up. Worth it for 15 minutes early start away.

  
  
As we approached land the sleeper became the figurehead.

  
 Jumping off the front of the boat onto the beach I waved the skipper goodbye, and his first mate. As I passed a house a car came out of the drive, I stuck my thumb out and the bloke stopped and gave me a lift back to the campsite in time to see the sun on the beach below.

   
 
Fish and chips and early night. 

Night night.