Home from home, or a bivi at Long Ledge

 The paddle over in glorious sunshine, force 5-6 westerly raised a lively sea in places, but just added to the sparkle.

 Once in the shelter of the island all was calm.

 Selecting our bivouac spot.

 Home from home. The night tide was 40cm higher than the day tide and a passing French ferry just at HW led to slight concern about wet toes from its wake. No worries, although it did dampen our fire down.

 Orchids on the landslip above us.

 Packing away.

All that remained was the paddle home, misty at first, but the sun came our before we reached Eastney

Another well known where-is-it

 The sea breaks over the remains of a third daughter, but the legend relates a mother and two daughters drowned in the 14th Century and turned to stone.

 Just the place for a pot of rock-hopping

MacLeod's Maidens with the Portsmouth Canoe Club last week

Elections over -back to paddling!

But where is this gulley?

 An element of scrambling

 Some swimming

 and the flow-stone

It has to be the Spar cave on Skye