Arbroath to Peterhead
After a day exploring Arbroath, famous for its Declaration and Smokies (but not necessarily in that order) it was off to Peterhead (57:29.8N, 001:47.5W). We were joined on this leg by Pete, an old friend who lives nearby. The 60 mile trip up to Peterhead was going to take around 12 hours, so Pete would get a full quota of sailing experience for his one day trip.....and would be able to point out areas of interest as we worked our way up the coast.
As was becoming the norm, the wind was generally blowing from the north, and so it was mainly motorsailing as we worked our way up the coast, on a rather grey day. The coastline was interesting though, with plenty of impressive cliffs. We also had a little excitement passing the entrance to Aberdeen, with oil service supply boats coming and going, from both sides, and then it was a clear run to Peterhead.
Peterhead is not going to win any beauty contests, but the harbour was interesting with its selection of oil industry boats, and the marina was very well run and tidy. We were soon moored and Pete was able to get the bus and train back home, whilst we cooked dinner and watched the commercial boats coming and going. It had been a long day, but we had finally got to the point where we would be turning west, along the Moray Firth.
After a day exploring Arbroath, famous for its Declaration and Smokies (but not necessarily in that order) it was off to Peterhead (57:29.8N, 001:47.5W). We were joined on this leg by Pete, an old friend who lives nearby. The 60 mile trip up to Peterhead was going to take around 12 hours, so Pete would get a full quota of sailing experience for his one day trip.....and would be able to point out areas of interest as we worked our way up the coast.
As was becoming the norm, the wind was generally blowing from the north, and so it was mainly motorsailing as we worked our way up the coast, on a rather grey day. The coastline was interesting though, with plenty of impressive cliffs. We also had a little excitement passing the entrance to Aberdeen, with oil service supply boats coming and going, from both sides, and then it was a clear run to Peterhead.
Peterhead is not going to win any beauty contests, but the harbour was interesting with its selection of oil industry boats, and the marina was very well run and tidy. We were soon moored and Pete was able to get the bus and train back home, whilst we cooked dinner and watched the commercial boats coming and going. It had been a long day, but we had finally got to the point where we would be turning west, along the Moray Firth.
