It was great to see the two cyclists again when they stepped off the ferry. I recognised the dark-haired girl first (for her beard). They replied sheepishly when I asked if they had enjoyed their time at the guest house. It sounded like it wasn’t quite to their tastes.
The three of us walked along the shore road to the war memorial, hoping to come across TPR on the way. We inspected the monument and discussed the failing health of the Queen (would she last until the next royal wedding?), then turned to look out to sea. A dozen or so whales and dolphin of different varieties sped past. Further out the water was so clear that we could see that the ocean was crammed with marine mammals.