Summertime

After our porridge, we were off! North! And espying some vessels ahead traversing the “big gate” under full sail, we got the main’sil up with two reefs. We blew along, up the Sound of Luing, and expertly (may I say) sailed through Easdale Sound, all the while listening to a mayday and rescue of some vessel called Amaryllis on the rocks off Lismore.
Into Puilladobhrain and we anchored up ahead of two other yachts, and there we sat and shivered till I put the heater on. May? Summer? Come 3pm, confident the anchor was, well, well anchored, we went ashore and found the path over to the Tigh-an-Truish. What a fine little pub. Only a couple of pints though, and back to the boat, pushing bravely through the cattle on the path just before the rain set in again. They could sense we were having vegan lasagne and let us pass.