[my.eyes,your.land]

After a 35km late crossing, taking a wide route past the vast bay at Sundsvall and a brief pee stop at 'Snake Island', the prospect of finding somewhere to camp was growing less likely by the hour. In desperation, we headed into a long, tapering bay. Narrower and narrower, the rocks rising above us in the dark, land was running out, then right at the very end of the bay, at the narrow tip, we found a miniature but perfectly formed beach. Words can't describe the feeling.