GLENMORE BAY TO RUM

Aquila
Alan and Sarah Bennett
Sat 6 Jun 2015 18:31

This and the next two blogs provide an update covering the past several days.


Our overnight anchorage on 3 June at Glenmore Bay, on the south shore of the Ardnamurchan peninsular, was as quiet as you always hope such spots will be: not a breath stirred the water all night.  Consequently on 4th the skipper, who had promised the crew cups of tea at 0700 for an 0800 departure, was guilty of ‘slack hammock’.  Nevertheless, we slipped our buoy before the allotted hour, with the fairer sex crew still in their bunks.  But the smell of bacon butties soon all on deck enjoying the gentle SE conditions.


 
 

 

Fair the weather may have been, but warm it was not.  The mate resorted to putting the tea cosy on top of her woolly hat:


 
 

 

Ardnamurchan Point light soon came, and all three crew verified that it was indeed the said light:

 

  

 
 


The skipper marked the moment by breaking out into a verse of ‘My father was the keeper of the Ardnamuchan light….’

 

The S3 enabled us to thread our way past Muck, Eigg and the east coast of Mull with the minimum of effort, but the sun that the forecast had promised a couple of days ago never made an appearance.  In fact it remained seriously cold. Mind you, the temperature did not stop what appeared to be a giant crocodile from following us:

 

 
 


Apart from this beast, en route to Rum we spotted porpoises, seals, great black backed gulls, guillemots, razorbills, dolphins, manx shearwaters, gannets and arctic terns.  Marvellous.   These attractions so entertained us that the 30m passage seemed to be over in a flash; by lunchtime we were in our Loch Scresort anchorage on the east side of Rum:



 
 

 

A forage ashore was amusing.  We enjoyed: tea at the local village hall;

 

 
 

 a baronial pile, with even more turrets than Tim can lay claim to;


 
 

 

A Japanese bridge that brought out the Mate’s modelling talents;

 

 
 


And also those two other crew’s passion – they really are going to have to go!

  

 
 


Back on board, the skipper proudly did a spag bol - and complained that nobody bother to take a phot of him performing such a miracle.  But here he is serving it up!