Ye old harbour

After an hour gutting the mackeral and a walk to the lighthouse we shared our fish bounty with the fellow campers who were pleased to receive them after filling our freezer to maximum capacity. A lunch stop at another fjord for our first brunch. Onto a harbour where we met the local lads who were fishing. Later in the evening one of them appeared with a large pollack for us, but we declined the bag of mackerel.Read more