On the last night of our journey along the border we camped out at Porta Doris in some tall grass a few meters from the sandy beach. The midgies attacked like mad as Ru cooked us dinner and Mica set the tent up in spurts and starts so as to avoid the crazy biting cloud. This day we took a hard route up the River Foyle in a divorce boat. Stranded once on an oyster pot or trap, and one phone lost.