Okay so first part of the story then....
We arrived in JoG on Saturday night having rounded a VERY fomidable Cape Wrath. We ate drank and...were thoroughly knackered.
Sunday dawned. The Boss
arrived with SIB in boot so it was unpacked and assembled and launched into the harbour. BE, MG & DG went to a ride in the 'North Coast Marine Adventures' big ally Ocean Dynamics RIB on their wildlife trip. Can you believe it, we travelled by RIB all the way from the south coast, we get to the north coast and then they PAY for a trip on a RIB!
Well folks they said it was great and were very impressed with the big RIB.
That evening John Kennett flew into Kirkwall and my pal in Orkney picked him up from the airport and drove him down to the South Ronaldsay. Cyanide was despatched to cross the firth to pick him up. Just a quick trip...errrr
Oh dear, the wind had freshened and the Duncansby Race was running. This provided the most 'exciting' sea conditions of the trip so far. Even the JoG ferry was going the long was round to aviod it. Well we picked up JK (yes folks he really does exist) who changed into his drysiut and off we went on our return trip. This time WE also took a longer route back but it was still rather 'hairy'.
That night the wind got up and it rained and rained. I was in bed but was not sleeping very well, strangely enough. The day dawned, just! I ate a hearty breakfast and some diplomatic person metioned hearty breakfasts and condemmed men! Thanks chaps.
So down to the harbour we went. I donned drysuit and helmet etc. Noel, my trusty crew member (essential ballast) donned his drysuit etc. We started the engine (blast it worked first time - no excuses there then). How did I talk myself into this I was thinking.
Hmmm, the sun had come out, the wind had dropped. No excuses there either.
So we cast off from Magellan Alpha and trolled around the harbour waiting for Cyanide and Mag A. Before I realised we wer actually outside the mouth of the harbour and in THE PENTLAND FIRTH. We were on our way.
The Orkney Islands looked VERY far away and the harbour at JoG looked suddenly a very desirable place to be.
Well I had studdied the charts for months, it was now slack tide and I knew I had just about 1 hour (if I was lucky) to cross the Duncansby Race before the tide came on again.....
Keith (with fantastic support crew) Hart