It was a gentle start in the Crinan Basin, awaiting Roger and Bob to lock down from the canal above to join us in the final (sea) lock. Our bodies were freshly showered and Rapport fully watered. Then out we motored, onto a calm and almost windless sea, around to the local boatyard to top up the fuel tank.
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| Rapport in Crinan Basin |
We motored and sailed 25 miles south, in bright sunshine, to the beautiful island of Gigha. When the cool wind blew, we put up the sails and put on more clothes. When it fell calm, we switched on the engine and went back to single layers of clothing. We reached West Tarbert Bay (yes, another Tarbert) in the late afternoon.
With southerly winds forecast, we tried to anchor in the south of the bay, but the anchor failed to hold in the thick kelp, even with a fisherman (old fashioned anchor, normally good in weed and rock) in tandem. So we moved to the north end of the bay and immediately dug the anchor firmly into sand.
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| Anchor Enveloped with Kelp |
We rowed ashore to a lovely beach, only partly blighted by plastic waste. Someone had started a heap of it at one end, so we collected a few more items, but it needed much more work than that to clean it up.
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| West Tarbert Bay |
With the rocks so near, the drift alarm was set to a short distance, to give us time to react if the anchor should drag. That night our sleep was disturbed twice by the alarm, as the wind shifted and blew us in different directions. Each time Rosie pushed me out of my bunk, to investigate, but the anchor held fine.
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