The Rock Pool.
The pool where they sailed on ‘voyages of discovery’ with their little vessels was tidal, washed each day by the incoming tide, but left still and unruffled when the tide receded. about a hundred feet long and three feet deep, it was a safe and ideal place not only for sailing their boats, but also for bathing and swimming. Here the boys spent many hours in summer, often stripped of all clothing so that their entire bodies became tanned by sun and wind as brown as any Red Indian, while the soles of their feet, so accustomed to their scampering over the rocks, developed a skin the toughness of leather. Indeed from early May until the end of October their feet were never enclosed in the ‘prison cells of pride’.
Excerpt from ‘Croft Remote’ by Tom Maciver.