This is the bay below our house, picture taken a couple of days ago in rather mucky weather. It's where we keep our kayaks, tied down at this time of year but....
....ready to launch in minutes in the summer. We once spotted a basking shark in the bay. We were eating supper but we were out paddling with it within eight minutes.
It's also a place where the family goes swimming, the earliest that ever occurred being in April.
It's a lovely little bay marred, perhaps, by being stony, yet we have never known its name - until this morning when we asked someone we should have asked years ago. The answer was pretty obvious: Port na Clachan, the port of stones.