Fort Bill

Well here we are sitting in Nevis Sports cafe in Fort William. Just like the old Munro days.

We've not sailed here, but come on the train from Malaig, over the Glenfinan (Harry Potter) viaduct.

We left Tobamory a couple of days ago, and as usual, put up the sails and what wind there was died within 40 minutes. Engine on. As we neared The Point of Ardnamurchan, the most westerly point on the British mainland, a bit of wind kicked in, so up went the sails as I felt we should try to sail around this milestone, as we had sailed around the most southerly, the Lizard point.

45 minutes of gentle sailing before turning once again straight into the wind, now no more than force 2. As beating into this would have had us arriving in the small hours, we again motored. We had a bit of rain  as we approached Malaig, and much excitement with our "man overboard" drill as I was fixing the fenders and my precious Tilly hat blew off. Quick work by Gail on the helm swung the boat around. By the time I'd got the boat hook she'd managed to run over the hat (good job it was only a hat) but it reappeared to our stern, where Gail backed up and I was able to catch it with the boat hook. The only thing I have caught all trip.

Fortuneately Malaig now has a nice new marina with good pontoons, and as the wind was forecast to blow, we thought we would be better off hear than on a mooring or anchor.

The wind might drop a bit tomorrow, so we shall see if we can carry on heading North, again probably motoring into a Northerly. Who would have predicted North East winds the whole way from Cork to the North of Scotland?