Hi again Paul.. thanks for the kind words ... yup .. there is only one requirement to do what I do.. and that is a Sense for true Adventure ..but also know the limits of both yourself and your chosen boat. Money means nothing out in the sea...it can take the lives of rich and poor fools .. it doesn't care.
Due to another spell of good weather ... I got involved in other adventures ..hence the delay in writing the last part of the Ross of Mull.
There was a change in the weather for our last day on Mull.. temperatures dropped from the previous few dayís 20+ C to around 8C and we noticed it. The wind was also around Force 4 ..but still from the east..so we were sheltered from the full strength of it.
Our plan for the day was to visit Iona Abbey..then round the Ross of Mull to the south..as shown in the map.
The sound of Iona is a popular place for huge cruise ships. Overnight .. two arrived with boat loads of tourists.. all eager to see Iona Abbey. I flew across the sound at WOT .. assisted by both an incoming tide and off shore wind... possibly doing around 20 mph ?
I landed on a sandy beach..on the outskirts of Iona village.. and hauled the Guppy well up the shore..to give me time to wander around .. and not worry about the boat getting washed away. I donít like fixed transom wheels... so donít use them. An inflatable roller boat costing £20 does the job just as easily..and in fact..better over large stones..or soft mud. The roller stores small and blows up in seconds.
Just make sure you donít leave the power head on the outboard .. tilted below the propeller when using one..or sea water can run up the cooling pipes..enter the exhaust ports ..and run into the cylinder. Of course this happens with transom wheels too..so you all know that.. right ?
I enjoy visiting old chapels and churches ..not because I am religious..but because I like seeing the work that went into making them ..and feeling the sense of peace in such buildings. Iona Abbey really is something special.. and a worth while visit. Its where St Columba first brought Christianity to Scotland. I took many photos.. but cant post them or I would be here all day..so have picked two at random.
Of course..I got in long before the cruise ships landed their many milling passengers.. and had the place to myself..along with my kayak companions who had also arrived. If you have never been..I do recommend a visit.
After the Abbey .. I again went ahead of my companions..and landed on another sandy beach on the island of Erraid....
... And clambered up to the old observatory to see the wonderful sea view. The observatory was built to signal the out lying light houses on Dubh Artach and Skerryvore.
Satisfied with my sight seeing..I then headed through the Tinker Hole and headed for the Island of Eilean a Chalmain ..but first..I though I better let the ship pass..I try to keep out their road as I feel kind of small and insignificant to them.
We all met up for another wee nip of the Jura Superstition ..on a small remote beach on Eilean a Chalmain.. while looking over the sea to the Island of Jura where the whisky came from.
Finally..we ended our journey at Traig Geal bay ..having successfully rounded the Ross of Mull.
We then followed our own routes back to Fidden Campsite where we enjoyed more nips and gravy..while planning future adventures.
I didnít do a great mileage.. around 50 miles in three days..but in all.. it cost around £10 for fuel for the 6HP engine. The journey also gave me some experience of the smallest F-Rib 275..in some remote and rough water.
I was now happy to push it even further ..into more remote places ..where seas can turn nasty within minutes.
My plan ... was to head for Skye.. alone .. with the Guppy .. for a 150 mile sea journey to the edge of the world. That adventure will be posted soon.
Thanks for reading my drivel..hope you enjoyed it.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gullís way and the whaleís way where the windís like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trickís over.