Purple haze

Our longest walk so far... then Oliver asked Mrs S “would you like to stop on the beach, with a beautiful view, and have a coffee or beer, and relax - or walk another hour and a half over some treacherous terrain”. Mrs S chose the least likely option - the rest of us didn’t want to spoil her day, so we trudged off. Elaine had bad blisters, Oliver fell over, I almost succumbed to the purple haze. Finally we reached this harbour and called for a taxi.