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The road stops at Arisaig or does it?
05/07/2012, Arisaig, Sound of Arisaig, 56’54.44N 05’51.36W - Loch Harport, Isle of Skye via Rum, 57’18.12N, 06’21.01W

Its funny how things have changed in such a short amount of time. In times past we would have gone to a fishmongers for seafood, now we go to the shoreline; we used to just download maps of the internet to find out where to go, now we beg and borrow charts from unusual places; we used to go where we were told or needed to, now we literally go where the wind blows us; we used to turn up the heating if we were cold, now we put on more clothes and simply laugh it away. Life is good on Ruffian and we are coming to appreciate both the things we have now and the things we had then.

When we left Southampton all those weeks ago the port of Arisaig marked our most northerly goal. Once here we would simply start heading south and exploring the places we missed on our way up. We therefore wanted to make the most of our time at Arisaig; the sun was shining and the tide was out, so off we went off in Thug for a mammoth dingy safari and a shoreline scavenge around the rocks and skerries that we avoided on our way in.

The skerries off Arisaig are amazing, it feels like you are on the moon when you get off your dingy, with rocks and beaches that are only uncovered for a couple of hours a day and which have hardly felt the touch of man. Only this is a moon where there is seafood everywhere, we picked up clams, muscles, scallops and oysters at every turn. What was the food of kings was literally being handed to us on a plate. We took just what we needed and no more and headed home, once we'd managed to relocate Thug as we'd lost him in the myriad of inlets and only after the tide had started to flood.

Whilst out in the islands we spied a very brave yacht expertly navigating through the shallows and making an early entrance into the harbour. The camera clicked away as we felt this bravery deserved some recognition. When we returned just next to Ruffian, was a local boat called 'Cluaran Dubh', over we went and introduced ourselves and told our story. This was going to be another remarkable Arisaig meeting. As we outlined that this was our most northing and we had no more charts, Euan, simply offered to loan us his that he'd not be using for a couple of weeks. It is this sort of unwanting generosity that we are finding abound in Scotland and is quickly returning our faith in humanity. Many thanks Euan and Julia for your advice, trust and generosity.

Now loaded with both seafood and charts we had decisions to make, how to cook our seafood and where to go. Neither were easy decisions but both were to be excellent in the results. The seafood went into tremendous paella and the charts are enabling us to visit Rum, then maybe Skye or Canna and with a push maybe even some on the outer isles if we are brave enough and have the right weather.

Off to Rum it was then. Rum had been recommended by Both Isobel and John as a good anchorage and with an amazing house. The anchoring was indeed amazing, good holding and deserted, the house however was in the middle of a much needed refurbishment. We are sure in it's heyday, with live turtles and crocodiles in heated tanks and birds of paradise and humming birds flying around it would have been a sight to behold. It is a monument to Edwardian opulence with all the stone, workers and even the soil transported from the mainland.

Our time on Rum has had to be short as the forecast for the following day was for light rain followed by heavy rain with an easterly wind. With the new charts we had choices galore and opted to go further north seeking shelter in Skye, or more specifically a distillery with shelter in Skye.

An early start ensued and we wrapped up warm, but things are clearly warming up underwater as we were joined by a school of Dolphins jumping and playing in our bow wave, our first sighting of Common Dolphins since the Celtic Sea. Things slowly warmed up on deck as layer upon layer was peeled off as the warm sun thawed us out. We do have the luck of old Harry on Ruffian as at one point there was rain over the mainland, rain over Rum, rain over Canna and Rain over Skye whilst we basked in the sunshine on Ruffian yet again.

Euan & Julia coming into Arisaig through the rocks. Many thanks for the charts, trust and generosity.
 Euan & Julia coming into Arisaig through the rocks. Many thanks for the charts, trust and generosity .

The moonscape of the outer islands at Arisaig.
 The moonscape of the outer islands at Arisaig.

Fiona steaming the clams and muscles. Pink job.
 Fiona steaming the clams and muscles. Pink job.

Whilst Iain dispatches the scallops. Blue job.
 Whilst Iain dispatches the scallops. Blue job.

Sailing in the sun towards Rum.
 Sailing in the sun towards Rum.

Princess Fiona at the entrance to her castle. Does that make Iain shrek?
 Princess Fiona at the entrance to her castle. Does that make Iain shrek?

The height of Edwardian opulence.
 The height of Edwardian opulence.

An early start on Riffian. Beats the 5.15 to Waterloo.
 An early start on Riffian. Beats the 5.15 to Waterloo.

Happy, dry, non windy weather spotted on board Ruffian. NOT.
 Happy, dry, non windy weather spotted on board Ruffian. NOT.

Dolpins at 11 o'clock, and 10 and 9 and 4. They're everywhere.
 Dolpins at 11 o'clock, and 10 and 9 and 4. They're everywhere.

Brrrrrrrrr.
 Brrrrrrrrr.

Porridge is the answer after you've been chilled to your bones.
 Porridge is the answer after you've been chilled to your bones.


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05/07/2012 | Euan & Julia Webster
Hi Iain & Fiona,
Glad you've ventured further than Arisaig. Watch the strength of the Talisker Malts - they taste lovely and can slip down a treat so easily. Some of the best whisky in Scotland. Hope you get to the Outer Isles. If so, head for Castlebay - a beautiful wee village on a stunning island. Faining that, the anchorage at Rodel (on Harris) is stunning (there are free moorings there and a lovely hotel and church)
Good sailing.
Euan & Julia
05/07/2012 | john bolt
congrats on getting to malt land there used to be ablended malt called te bheag nan eilean which translates to the little lady of the islands fionas new title perhaps phonetically cheyveknanyellan .what a fantastic cruise
05/08/2012 | Jenny Martin
We are so enjoying your adventure stories from the comfort of our living room! Glad you're having such an exciting time. Hope the weather improves for you. Happy exploring.
Strangers are just friends you haven’t met yet.
05/04/2012, Ard Nan Buth, Loch nan Uamh, 56’53.53N, 05’44.15W - Arisaig, Sound of Arisaig via Druimindarroch, 56’54.44N 05’51.36W

We go to bed on Ruffian every day having had the most amazing experiences and thinking, will tomorrow be any better. Each day we then wake up and the day is always better than the previous. The past few days have proved that to us time upon time.

Having journeyed down Fiona's memory lane it was time to up anchor and join the road to adventures new. We made the short journey down the loch to Druimindarroch at the head of the Borrodale islands. En route we marvelled at the scenery which was only enhanced by the majestic architecture at it's feet and most specifically that of Arisaig House.

Having identified and bravely nosed our way into the anchorage at Druimindarroch we found that there was another boat in there. This is a tight anchorage for one at the best of times, but with two boats we would become intimate. Like magic, Sanderling lifted her hook and gave us the anchorage. She stopped and chatted on her way out, where we spoke of our worries of the entrance to Arisaig, our plans and the illusive sandy white beaches we have been hunting.

The usual activities of dinghy safaris and walking in the sun continued as usual but things were about to take quite an extraordinary turn when we made a visit to Arisaig House looking for some internet access. Knocking upon the door we gave the owner quite a fright as they are no longer a hotel in the classic sense of the word. They are more of an exclusive guest house that caters for your every need and whim. Once we explained we were on a boat and just looking for some internet they made us very welcome on their terrace with views of manicured gardens and grazing livestock in the near distance. This is when things were about to change. The owner asked if she could exchange the free wifi for a sail to Arisaig the next day. We, wanting the company, jumped and the opportunity to have Sarah and her daughter Kitty accompany us on the sail to Arisaig. It would be as big a treat for us as it would for them.

So the next day dawned and it was time to make Ruffian ship shape for her important guests. At the allotted time Sarah and Kitty, appeared on the shoreline and Thug was dispatched to pick up our honoured guests. What followed was the most remarkable sail; good entertaining company with the inside track on every sandy beach within miles and remarkable stories of the storms of past and local wildlife. The 15 knots of wind, clear blue skies and fair tide just put the icing on the cake. A truly memorable experience.

The entrance to Arisaig is described in our pilot book as 'One of the most challenging entrances of any anchorage on the West Coast of Scotland' and this is why we spoke of our trepidation the previous day to Sanderling. Who did we then find patiently waiting at the entrance to guide us safely in? None other but Sanderling. We followed in her wake leaving rocks with sharp teeth on either side. We were then enveloped in the safe warm comforting arms of Arisaig harbour with her flat waters and good holding.

The sun, or was it our smell, then got to Sarah, she invited us to come to her home of Arisaig House for the evening. Here we would be able to enjoy the use of some of the luxuries we miss on a boat such as showers and washing machines. Arisaig House is a remarkable property run by some amazing people. We were showed to an exquisite bedroom suite and showered and bathed in opulent surroundings. It's funny some of the things you notice when you haven't had them for such a long time, such as the feeling of bare feet on soft thick carpet, the feeling that freshly laundered towels give you, and how pink your skin can go when the water is that little bit too hot. Freshly laundered and scrubbed our evening continued with a slap up dinner of scallops and fresh fish caught from the foreshore in front of the house. Sarah thank you so much for your hospitality. You will be in our thoughts often.

As the forecast was for strong Northerly winds and our charts only go as far as Arisaig (anther story in the next blog) we felt that it was only prudent to take the train to the white sands of Morar and then walk the 8 miles along the coast back to Arisaig. Fiona had seen the sands and coastline before so knew what to expect, it was all new however to Iain. Again and again, as we rounded each headland, he repeated 'Oh Wow.', 'Look at the colours.', 'Why bother with the Caribbean.', 'Look there's anther perfect beach'. The bays with pure white sandy beaches went on for miles and miles, the colour of the water was everything from a deep translucent turquoise to a sheer sky blue. Our time here was just like a perfect dream, when would we wake up?

The dream was going to come to an end as the walk turned inland. We now had 2 miles of uphill along a hot and deserted road through the Back of Keppoch with no water or food left. Then the only car we saw all day stopped and we happily accepted a lift all the way home, not only to Arisaig, but to the jetty with Ruffian in front of us. The dream had continued just long enough.

Dinghy safaris will continue until we find a white sandy beach.
 Dinghy safaris will continue until we find a white sandy beach.

Fiona finds a white stoney beach. Close but no banana.
 Fiona finds a white stoney beach. Close but no banana.

The Borrodale Islands in a calm loch.
 The Borrodale Islands in a calm loch.

The morning mist in the Borrodale Islands.
 The morning mist in the Borrodale Islands.

The end of a great sail. Thanks Sarah and Kitty
 The end of a great sail. Thanks Sarah and Kitty

Arisaig House from the terrace.
 Arisaig House from the terrace.

And again from the grounds.
 And again from the grounds.

We found Bonnie Prince Charlies cave.
 We found Bonnie Prince Charlies cave.

Sighted. White sandy beaches.
 Sighted. White sandy beaches.

The beaches are everywhere and we were the only people on them.
 The beaches are everywhere and we were the only people on them.

They go on for miles and miles and miles.
 They go on for miles and miles and miles.

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05/05/2012 | Isobel Gillan
WOW - that's all, just WOW!
05/05/2012 | john bolt
shades of local hero sohappy u made to arisaig arisaig house was used to train soe during ww2 what lovely owners today.kilkoan on ardnamurchan may be a good spot for northerlies
05/05/2012 | Rosie
Lovely story and so nice to see the sun in your photo,s it's been raining in hants for 2 wks. All good on the odonnell front nothing to report , take care sailing back down to Devon xx
05/06/2012 | Ali
Amazing.... It looks as if you are on a different continent! We are on ww and its raining and 6 degrees. We are doing shows to singing in the rain, dorothy and puppet on a string and being persauded to go to old macdonalds. Keep on having fun and keep on reporting it to all your readers. xxxx
05/06/2012 | Sue L
I echo the 'WOW'.
I hopoe when you return in June, you'll bring some sun with you. It's cold and wet here. Everyone in Hampshire must be back in winter clothes today, it's so November like.
05/06/2012 | pam bolt
memories came flooding back when reading your very romantic description of the coast line between morar and arisaig.i am glad it is still as magical as i remember it.keep your very interesting blogscoming.jab awaits a new one each day with eager vanticipation.lots of love
05/06/2012 | Euan & Julia Webster
Great meeting you yesterday in Arisaig. Love the blog and the beautiful pictures. Hope the weather stays favourable for your time on the West Coast and that you have fair winds. You must remember to show some horrible views so that everyone doesn't come north to our secret paradise!!
05/07/2012 | nico
This blog made me cry! Don't know quite why - is it the kindness of the people you meet, or the memories that Arisaig brings, or the wishing that I was there too, or is it simply that I am tired today!!! xx xx xx
05/20/2012 | Tessa
You must turn these blogs into a book - they are fantastic so well written and I feel as though I'm with you when reading them and seeing the photos too! Fantastic fantastic fantastic! x

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