Ever the optimists we were hoping to move on this morning. But the wind was just as strong as the forecast had predicted, and we woke at 02:00 to howling winds blowing down from the hills above. All day we could barely see the fish farm only a few hundred Read more…
Not sure why the brain does it, but it happens every time. Whenever you have a day off, you end up staying up late and getting nothing done. Whether it’s a Friday night or here on the water, it’s the same thing. It didn’t make it any easier that it Read more…
Wind in the bay but none where we need to go, so just a day chilling in the sun. Joe had his first foiling lesson but sadly the wind died before he had a proper shot at it. And we all tried foil wakeboarding, with Jeremy winning the prize for Read more…
During this trip we’ve found that there are different levels of “light wind”. There’s the type of wind where the flags don’t even move, which you won’t get out of bed for. That teaser wind which you can hear the flags flap, and the wind whip through the window but Read more…
With rain forecast for the afternoon, we took the opportunity to explore some of the secluded beaches and secret coves on Iona and Mull. It was beautiful heading between the big granite islands emerging from everywhere, all cracked and battered from years of winter storms. Using the satellite map on Read more…
Yesterday we checked the point at the tip of the bay twice for wind in hopes of getting to the north of the island. But twice we had to turn back having been deceived by the funnelling affect we were experiencing in the bay as the wind was squeezed up Read more…
With all those tastings yesterday, 23 in all, there were a few sore heads in the morning. But when there’s wind we have to use it. So around 08:30 poor Jeff got kicked off the boat to go fend for himself. We at least fed him breakfast before we left; Read more…
A big day of drinking requires a healthy breakfast – 16 sausages, 16 rashers of bacon, 12 eggs, 600 grams of mushrooms, 1 tin of baked beans, half a white sausage and half a black (all that was left from when we were in Ireland). And all that just me! Read more…
As soon as I announced this crazy idea of travelling around Great Britain my friend Jeff immediately said he’d join for the portion of it for which we’d be on the Isle of Islay up in Scotland, famous for its peaty whiskies. So with one day’s notice he’d managed to Read more…
Towards the end of yesterday we could see in the distance, next to the two large “paps” of Jura, one of the most anticipated stops of our trip – Islay. With a high-pressure system approaching we knew today would be our last chance to reach it before the wind died. Read more…