The waves outside the breakwater exloding high in the air, cascading down on the walkway and boats below
We reached for the warmth of our camping stove and hunkered down
shore the islanders welcomed us.
The little sailing club with its dry sofa and it's afternoon teas was a wonderful contrast to our cramped ships quarters.
As the gale raged out at sea, three days spent walking along the islands wild and rocky coast line.
Resting our weary legs at its beachside taverns, soaking up the island spirit
Resting our weary legs at its beachside taverns, soaking up the island spirit
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