50:10.79 N, 05:02.97 W

Set off from Troon on Friday morning after filling with fuel. The wind was rather light and from the SE, so just on port tack. About half way to Ailsa we passed through a patch of logs, some about the size of telegraph poles although most smaller. They looked like the famous shot of Nessie with dark humps appearing in the waves. About an hour later Clyde Coastguard made an announcement that there was dangerous debris.

At about the same time a warship made an announcement over the VHF of a live firing exercise starting in 20 minutes or so – which didn’t give much time to clear the area. James spoke to the warship (appropriate named ‘Bangor’) and they had Awelina on Radar already. Through the day and all night and the next day the wind waxed and waned but the weather remained fair. By sundown on Saturday the tide was just turning fair as we approached Bardsey, and then a good wind sprang up and backed  to the East, so we had a splendid run under a brilliant starlit sky, a run which continued, some of it under cruising ‘chute all the way to Lands-end which we reached as it got dark on Sunday night. An unidentified bird spent some of the passage on the shrouds, and Atlantic dolphins came and played around for an hour or more.

The wind reduced at this point to the only F2 or so, backing all the while towards the NE then N so we had a rather tedious motor all the rest of the way to Mylor, arriving at around 6am.

Daylight dawned to a perfect windless day:

Home! Mylor at dawn.