It was early evening before the sky started to clear and the sun finally came out and by that time it was far too late to go anywhere, but I didn't want to end my last full day with no photos so I made the short drive down to Red Wharf Bay. The tide was out and there was a slight haze lingering over the far side of the bay but I managed to get a handful of shots of some of the boats beached on the sand before the sun went down behind the hills.
Back at the tent I made a brew and watched an hour of tv before taking Sophie and Poppie for their last bedtime walk of the holiday. I had to keep reminding myself that the following day we had to pack up and go home; time had had no meaning over the last nine days and the holiday seemed to have passed so slowly that I felt like I'd been away for a month. With my brain totally switched off from my normal home life I was in danger of forgetting to go back to work and that would never do!