You can get carried away by the current.
This particular day it wasn’t all that strong, but just a few days later – thanks to a wee spot of rain – it was fair charging along, smashing down the waterfall, and these rock islands were nowhere to be seen.
It was pitch black on the way to Glassilaun. Running along the beach to get to the place I had in mind took longer than I thought, and the seaweed fairies hadn’t had time to sweep away the dark brown sea veg.
But the sunrise fairies were there in their fine pink and orange frocks for a short and intense burst of partying.