On the morrow, however, visitors were to arrive; there
would be no room and, in so out-of-the-way a spot, most probably no
food for the crew of the PURGLE; and on the morrow about noon, with
the bay white with spindrift and the wind so strong that one could
scarcely stand against it, they got up steam and skulked under the
land as far as Sanda Bay. Here they crept into a seaside cave, and
cooked some food; but the weather now freshening to a gale, it was
plain they must moor the launch where she was, and find their way
overland to some place of shelter. Even to get their baggage from
on board was no light business; for the dingy was blown so far to
leeward every trip, that they must carry her back by hand along the
beach. But this once managed, and a cart procured in the
neighbourhood, they were able to spend the night in a pot-house on
Ault Bea. Next day, the sea was unapproachable; but the next they
had a pleasant passage to Poolewe, hugging the cliffs, the falling
swell bursting close by them in the gullies, and the black scarts
that sat like ornaments on the top of every stack and pinnacle,
looking down into the PURGLE as she passed.
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