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Faced with another early start to go with the tide in the morning, I decided to forego this pleasure. Others braved it. Well, the forecast was for westerly 3-4, so we looked forward to a lovely sail. But no. Light winds, and another motor. Ian offered his seat, and the four of them- Mel, Jim, Steve and Martin took it on as skippering by committee. I did try to keep quiet. I suggested going to take a look at a couple of the anchorages I'd read about in the storm yesterday. If you can't sail, it makes life more interesting, and if you've actually been in somewhere, you might remember it better when you have to come in some other time under adverse conditions. First stop was Sandaig on the east side of the Sound of Sleat- a collection of little islets sheltering an exquisite bay that turned out to have been Gavin Maxwell's home when he watched the otters. We looked hard as we crept in but I don't think we saw any. We did see a dolphin, though, sliding in and out of the smooth water as we continued over to Isle Ornsay. We dropped anchor there and thought about how this would have been the swim stop, if it were 10 degrees warmer. Just as we could see Armadale in the distance, we noticed wind. Eagerly we unfurled the genoa and switched off the engine. A little sail home lifted all our spirits. Skye from a sailing boat is utterly magic- even the horror of the uncleaned family home awaiting me can't take that away. Pity we never made the Old Forge. Home More General Stories Search News Story Submissions Comments (0)No comments. |
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