The Sound of Islay Spits Us Out
The tides were nearly at springs and timing mattered, so
with gentle headwinds, we left the anchorage early, from behind Eilean a Chuirn in the Ardmore Islands and tacked northwards under cloudless skies.
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Drifting Into the Sound of Islay |
We arrived at the southern entrance to the Sound of Islay as
the tide began to turn northwards. The gentle winds veered behind us and we drifted onwards, unsuspecting!
The Sound of Islay |
The wind freshened and backed and soon after lunch we were spanking along, doing up to 11 knots over the ground. To starboard, the Paps of Jura stood impressively, well rounded. To port, more distilleries.
As we approached the northern end of the sound we were
suddenly hit by very strong katabatic winds, descending from the Paps. Luckily we were on a beam reach, so the boat
was not pinned too far over. The genoa
was quickly reduced and then a reef went into the mainsail. We were still over-pressed, doing more than 8
knots over the water but ahead we could see the end of the down-draft by the
wave pattern on the water. We flew along
for a few more minutes and then, as suddenly as it started, we were back in
gentle winds. This was all very exciting
but not at all nasty, in flat seas and sunshine.
When we reached the anchorage on the east of Oronsay, a
beautiful Nicholson yacht, ‘Sarah’, was already in residence, so we anchored further
out than them and rowed ashore to explore.
They were on the beach and invited us for drinks later, which was all
very pleasant.
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Sarah & Rapport, Oronsay |
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