Cowrie hunt

I had a day to myself as J was off rowing. I found the secret beach and had it all to myself. Swam, hunted for cowries and found some, watched the world go by and did some sketching on a glorious sunny day. Later drove to the ends of the earth, or it felt like it to pick up J from his rowing trip. A very different part of the island with views to shiants. Then back to our otter bothy. Magic day.