Danny Jo
Well-Known Member
A St Andrew's cross (bought last year in the mistaken belief that it was good form to fly it while sailing in Scotland) to the first person to correctly identify the two oldest men pictured.
Ardnamurchan point. Freestyle shows off her new genny (just before the starboard aft lower failed).
A Rhum anchorage. Anyone fancy nipping up the mast to repair the spreader?
Another glorious day for the short hop to Skye.
The notorious Loch Scavaig looks menacing to a newcomer . . .
. . . but we sleep peacefully in the company of old hands.
Even the big boys sometimes shirk a beat (in the Sound of Mull).
And so on to the Caledonian Canal.
At anchor in Loch Lochy.
The relief crew arrives on their own transport.
No monsters here.
At last, the Shetland Isles.
Across Bressay Sound, for a meal in the house built for great great uncle John . . .
. . . and to visit the grave of cousin Willie, who died, aged 16 weeks, of measles.
Could this be one of the crofts cleared by uncle John?
Another brisk sail to visit the most Northerly pub in the British Isles, on Yell.
"See, Mum, I was properly dressed even in calm weather."
Mind the rock.
Scalloway pontoon - £60,000 needed urgently.
Aptly named Isle.
Fairwell, Fair Isle.
Stromness was heaving, so we're leaving.
Waiting for the slack at Cape Wrath.
No turning back.
Slack at Cape Wrath.
Casualty of three calm days
Yes, it's another lighthouse
And so to bed.
Ardnamurchan point. Freestyle shows off her new genny (just before the starboard aft lower failed).
A Rhum anchorage. Anyone fancy nipping up the mast to repair the spreader?
Another glorious day for the short hop to Skye.
The notorious Loch Scavaig looks menacing to a newcomer . . .
. . . but we sleep peacefully in the company of old hands.
Even the big boys sometimes shirk a beat (in the Sound of Mull).
And so on to the Caledonian Canal.
At anchor in Loch Lochy.
The relief crew arrives on their own transport.
No monsters here.
At last, the Shetland Isles.
Across Bressay Sound, for a meal in the house built for great great uncle John . . .
. . . and to visit the grave of cousin Willie, who died, aged 16 weeks, of measles.
Could this be one of the crofts cleared by uncle John?
Another brisk sail to visit the most Northerly pub in the British Isles, on Yell.
"See, Mum, I was properly dressed even in calm weather."
Mind the rock.
Scalloway pontoon - £60,000 needed urgently.
Aptly named Isle.
Fairwell, Fair Isle.
Stromness was heaving, so we're leaving.
Waiting for the slack at Cape Wrath.
No turning back.
Slack at Cape Wrath.
Casualty of three calm days
Yes, it's another lighthouse
And so to bed.
