Round the Horn

Off at sparrow’s fart into a stiff south westerly, so although I was with the tide it kicked up here and there. However, staying a couple of miles off, I missed the worst of it, and by time I was off the point I was able to veer off on a fine course which blew me right into Port Ellen. And the sun came out and the one pub still open had a welcoming little beer garden. Just the one though - I bought some tinnies from the coop to sit out on the poop to watch the arrivals. Frenchies arriving from a non-stop passage from the Scillies en route to Norway and three typically Dutch couples on Drascombes.
I didn’t last the pace though. Totally bushed in a very good way.