
The bay is also protected by a series of skerries and small islands. I went very slowly with the fish finder showing depths of only 5 ft at low tide. At one point it went to 2 ft so I stopped the engine and started to row.

Eventually it started to deepen and a few boats were moored off the village

I rowed to shore for a leg stretch and nosey around. I let the boat drift off the rocks tethered by it painter to stop it grounding in the last of the out going tide.

I couldn't help notice the huge mussels clinging to the rocks

Im a great believer that when you cant get the fish.. eat the bait ..and they were delicious.

The main street of Port Ramsay is no more than a land rover track. Everything is totally unspoiled and very peaceful.

The view from the front door is to die for and living there would save me a fortune in fuel driving to the sea for my adventures.

But I suspect it could be hell in the bitter cold winter storms. Perhaps Im better on the mainland ..I don’t know if I could survive without the internet.
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