Today we looked out and thought the wind had died a bit, enough, we thought, to make it around the head. We paddled into Crookhaven. The wind was strong, but not so strong as to stop us moving. We got a few supplies and headed for Mizen Head. We got to the bay before it and met a mighty gale. We could hardly hold on to our paddles and were stopped dead even though we were paddling as strong as we were able. We had to turn back. We sailed back, literally, and landed on a beach a kilometre past Crookhaven.
On the way back a fisherman passed us our dinner from his boat and wouldn't take a penny for a huge pollack. We fried up the fish on our camping stove on the beach. It was amazing! So we're still stuck in Crookhaven, but we had a lovely dinner!
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