A little confusion reigned this morning. When taking the dogs out first thing got a request for a couple of cans of diesel for a generator. It was do that first or head for the toilets, well I did the diesel and it was just as well. Headed out to the Varuna to check her over for tomorrow’s tow but saw Donald on board and the confusing bit was he was waiting for me to tow him over today. Did not take much organising and we headed off in ten minutes. Actually a far better day for doing it especially having seen the forecast for tomorrow.
Speed was not too bad
and the trip down to Uags, round the corner and up Loch Kishorn. Lovely views over to the West, passing first Eilean na Ba
and then the Crowlins.
Over to the south the Bridge was lit up
and rays of sun light kept coming and going.
Towing went well with calm conditions all the way.
Weather up ahead, although quiet was looking showery and the result of the sun still shining in the south-west were some spectacular rainbows.
In the quiet weather boats were out making the most of the break.
Then for the tricky bit. I am getting good at not getting too stressed out by not thinking about events before you need to. Tied up along side the Michelle we headed in together to tie her up along the north side of the pier at the Yard. Ewen waiting for us and everything went well
with no boats hitting any thing they were not supposed to.
The Michelle safely tied up , Donald with his lift arranged for home it was just a case for me to cast off and head back to the mooring. As I was leaving Donald said something that was unnecessary “Anytime you want a favour just ask” but he still said it and like Kenny towing me in when I ran out of diesel this summer it is always good to know you are surrounded by good people. Only glad it was my turn to help. It is very much a sea code….you drop everything to sort some out who may be in a spot of bother.The reason I thought everything was happening tomorrow was another boat was ear marked for the cradle and she arrived as I steamed back out.
Past the now historic Kishorn Oil Yard’s base
and Dry Dock,
now the domain of Ferguson’s Transport and Donnie “Tarzan” Gillies.
Journey back was as enjoyable with views to the north both bright and dark up the Bealach.
Terns down here as well.
Back down the Loch was wonderful
as was the view due West just to the South of the Crowlins.
Round Uags and north to home, past the ruins of the families struck down by TB,
then on by Ardban.
Into the moorings where a big Greg was out in his Canadian
paddling amongst the eiders….well only one as I have not seen his mate yet.
All that was left to do was to drop the diesel off, up the road to pick up a couple of sirloin steaks get a lesson involving fingers and thumbs on how to gauge whether a steak is well, medium or rarely cooked. Then back home to cook two medium rare whisky steaks to finish off a very enjoyable and fulfilling day. But not before taking in another rainbow.