So many variables - ocean tide and currents, wind, fog- dictated when we paddled, to which island and when to stop and find camp (even though the sun's shining and you feel like going further!). In addition to the refreshing lemonade at Harris Island, in our conversation with 'locals' we were given permission to pitch our tents on Deep Cove Island: with private-home, small cottages (called shanty's), a fisherman's wharf, fresh water taps (very important) and a dock to tie up to.
The stark barrenness of boulders, sheep and rocky beaches on Murder Island stirred (again) my desire to explore the Orkney's in Scotland - those northern islands of my maternal ancestry. @hammerhead - let's make it a plan! (P.S. Research with a close Scottish friend who's just returned from the Orkneys informs me these islands do have sheep but are very green and quite lush with trees - my desire to explore remains!)
Stopped for lunch on Murder Island. That's my trusty yellow kayak. An hour before this photo I got caught in the surf and the rocks just around the bend to the left of that white strip you can see (on the land that's attached by a narrow strip to the part of the island I'm standing on taking this photo). One of those instances where you either get out of the boat or get swamped. The rest of the group had gone around the other tip - Art came back to see if I was okay. Thankfully I'd safely 'exited' my kayak and pulled it up onto the boulders - then across more boulders to shallower, calmer water where I was able to get back into my boat (very happy for my plastic boat rather than fibreglass!). Then paddled over to this beach, where we all ended up for our lunch. It was tricky, a little nerve-wracking and a lesson learned for more awareness for (not) getting caught in surf and rocks! A chance to 'keep calm and take your time' - an experience not documented anywhere other than imprinted in my own mind.
This was the nicest, white-sand beach we saw in all the islands.
Day 3. An encouraging fair-weather sign at 6AM - outside my tent answering nature's good morning call . Broke camp a few hours later, shortly after a family who owned a vacation home on the island docked their Zodiac -a friendly foursome with building materials also piled into their vessel. Apparently par for the course for every jaunt to the island.