The Kilbride campsite has just a few other patrons: a mother and son on bicycles, and an Englishman on a Triumph motorcycle. I finish my oatmeal stock and set off for Eriskay via the causeway, with lunch at the excellent An Politician pub, named after the shipwreck of Whisky Galore fame. On boarding the Loch Alainn ferry to Barra, and a walk to the interior of the island, pitching at the very scenic Loch Nic Ruaidhe (NF70100187). The midges are abundant, leaving me to retire early behind the mesh. 9,6 miles today.