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Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Owen, Ian and I were in the same house (3 Chesterton Road) in our 2nd year at college, and it's almost 9 years since we were last together, so it was great to have dinner. Ian lives in Edmonton, Canada, and makes his living from his prodigious talents as an artist (http://www.iansheldon.com) so we really are spread to three of the four winds these days and to share some food, wine and whisky was great. Although on a Monday night, staying up till 1am can be a little regrettable...
Monday, October 17, 2005
Finally ashore in Mallaig after a long trip, we met up with Pete, the next skipper, and headed out for a great seafood dinner before I caught the train back to Aberdeen the next morning. Returning to work,a dn then home, was a shock to the system, but all put in a new perspective by the fantastic experience of sailing around the top of this wonderful island of ours. Get out there - see it, enjoy it, experience it. There's a lifetime of things to do right on our shores.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
July 9 - Sheildaig to Mallaig. In the now established pattern, a sunny day was follwed by a cool and cloudy one, with a stronger breeze blowing, predictably, from the direction we were going in. The low cloud hid the top of the mountians as we departed our mooring on my final passage of this two week trip.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Sheildaig, at the end of Loch Gairloch, is a beautiful sheltered anchorage where we couldn't get the ahcnor to hold on the rocky bottom, bringing up long lengths of kelp with every attempt. After a couple of tries, we gave up and were pleased to find a couple of visitors moorings around the corner, where we lay securely for the night.
Halfway along the short trip to Gairloch, we went fishing again, and this time caught four lovely mackerel - another feast. We were blessed with more wind today, a good force 5 was blowing as we headed down the coast. Sadly, as we rounded the corner, it became a beat, right intot he wind, and after playing along with the weather gods for a couple of hours, we'd had enough and cheated - firing up 180 horsepower of Mercedes diesel and punching into the steep seas to get to our anchorage.
Waking up late to a drizzly morning, we found Loch Ewe to be less inspiring than it had seemed in the crisp darkness of the night before. A dreary collection of squat council house type buildings put up to serve the local defence base, we didn't even feel like going ashore. Add to that the grim news from London on this, July 7th, and the mood on board was sombre and ready to move on, which we readily did.