When hurtling around Silverstone, race cars exit Druids, the final bend, and are then really able to stretch their legs. They are in their element, doing what they are designed to do and wowing all that experience them. The same was true of Ruffian as she exited the confines of the Crinan Canal and out into open water with a following breeze and sunshine. She stretched her legs and she wowed all that saw her. Well Fiona and Iain anyway. Where race cars fall over is their singlemindedness and lack of adaptability. This is not true of Ruffian as she is truly adaptable giving Iain a Birthday to remember and hosting Friends aboard.
Having spent a week in confined waters around Luing and Crinan, making sure that everything was working after Ruffian's shore side stay and then having been cooped up the in the Crinan Canal for a couple of days, the feeling of finally being in the relatively open waters of Loch Fyne was like a cloud lifting. The lifting cloud was both metaphorical and physical, as we were quickly rewarded with a hurtling downwind sail in bright sunshine before turning left making for the Kyles of Bute, or Kylies Back Passage as alluded to in earlier blogs. We think that all those who have ever been in Kylies Back Passage always want to go back for more.
Having happily stopped at the top of Loch Riddon it was time to put the boat to bed and most importantly celebrate Iain's Birthday. Iain had already been given gifts that money couldn't buy. He'd spent the day partaking in his favourite activity, sailing and with his favourite friend, Fiona. He was particularly happy with the second as she'd already posted on Facebook that he was her "most favourite husband". This meant that he was winning yet another competition. The 'Lets be Fiona's best husband competition'. Thank you Fiona for Iain's priceless presents.
The next stop was to be at Chris Helm's home port of Rothesay and take in the developments at his farm. We negotiated the Burnt Isles successfully, by guessing the tide as our pilot book made no reference as to when to go through them west to east, and stopped in Rothesay Bay. At the farm we could see that all the hard work of months past was paying dividends. The strawberries were in full crop, as were salad leaves and courgettes amongst many others. The work and investment in the future never stops and the boys were busy getting soil ready for planting as well and investing in next year with rhubarb and asparagus. On the tour of the farm we managed to harvest the pick of the crop which will supply us on Ruffian for weeks to come and feel that there is something very special about simply pulling food out of the mud knowing that it'll be on the table that night.
We had invited Chris to have dinner on board Ruffian whereby we could feed him some of his own fare. To our surprise at the allotted time, instead of Chris arriving by normal means of transportation, ie car, bike or bus, we heralded the arrival of Chris onboard his fine ship, Yellowbird, having sailed around from the next bay. This enabled us to decimate the red wine supply, as transportation home for Chris would be a quick row between boats and then a sail home in the morning.
As we are now on a bit of a mission to get south we couldn't hang around in Rothesay and take in all the things we wanted to, but being June and hence the height of summer getting to Arran would be a joy. So out into the bay we sailed and quickly put on thermals, mid layers, offshore trousers and jackets. Ear flaps up, spray masks across, hoods down, we bunkered down for the joy of a 3 hour motor sail in the rain. At least we could take in all the amazing Scottish scenery, oh no we couldn't. The visibility drew in and we could see no more than 200 yards. The one benefit of this gloom was that as we drew into Lochrazna on Arran the ruins of the castle slowly emerged from the mist and we had visions of invading this place like Vikings of yesteryear.
Tomorrow the raiding party will set foot on Arran and then we'll be again heading south where we'll find a safe harbour, to await a weather window for favourable winds, to blow us into and across the Irish Sea to the Isle of Man or the Menai Straights.
Ripping down Loch Fyne in fine sunshine.
Happy birthday to you. Squashed tomatoes and stew. Bread and butter in the gutter. Happy birthday to you.
Food from mud. Remarkable.
Bute Produce's produce was blossoming.
Hmmm. Veg. That'll keep us going for a while.
Yellowbird made a surprise entrance for dinner in Rothesay Bay.
We've having to get up earlier and earlier to catch dawn.
Goodbye Yellowbird. Enjoy your dawn sail.
Sailing in June gets no better. NOT. Rain, fog, cloud and cold. Isn't it supposed to be warm when you head south?
Someone has stolen the hills on Arran.
Lochranza Castle looking moody in the evening gloom.
Every big business needs to train their employees to ensure that they get the best out of them. We think that we have found the training ground for Princess Seafoods and specifically the sardine packing division. It would appear that before they are let loose packing sardines into tins, they pack yachts expertly into lochs and help move them across land. The sardine packers, aka loch keepers, cannot manage this alone and to help Ruffian across a medium she is not happy in, ie land, from the Sound of Jura to Loch Fyne, we had some tremendous crew in the form of Rosemary and Gordon who came up from Edinburgh to coax her along.
Rosemary and Gordon have been our overnight first 'house guests' in our time in Scotland and we had to make the most of this additional company. After they arrived we adjourned directly to the pub and when that closed, we retired to Ruffian for cheese and red wine. Rosemary also bought with her the most remarkable of Scottish gifts, you've heard of Scottish shortcake, you've also heard of Whiskey, well the gift that Rosemary came with surpassed all other Scottish based presents ever. Scottish Parliament tartan chocolate. Amazing. Many thanks Rosemary. They also considered the gift of Whiskey, as Gordon is renowned as the No1 Scottish whiskey scientist, but decided that we were such philistines after our appraisal from the Tallisker Distliiery visit (i.e. whiskey just tastes of peat and wood), that we didn't deserve it, and so we stuck to the grape. Needless to say, the start of the Crinan Canal was therefore a bit damp and fuzzy in more ways than one.
However, before any boat movement could occur into the canal an important competition had to take place. The judging of the homemade marmalades. You'll remember we ran out months ago and have been without decent breakfast fair ever since. We currently have 3 participants so therefore it's not fair to announce the current winner, but there is time for you to put your entry in, all we can say is that the current holder has a vast wealth of Marmalade experience and is a connoisseur himself.
Into the First loch we squeezed with a Swan 441 and a Sigma 38, in torrential rain. This was all quite different from our North bound trip in April whereby we had lochs all to ourselves and all we had to do was pass our lines to the smiling loch keepers. Today, the loch keepers had clearly seen sense as they were hiding from the rain in their cabins, leaving the outside work on the lochs to us amateurs.
In the lochs Rosemary and Gordon came into their own. Not only were they great company, but getting through the lochs just two up would have been a nightmare and our additional crew really saved the day. Gordon took on shore side duty; receiving lines and opening and closing all the lochs whilst Rosemary controlled the bow. These extra pairs of hands ensured that Ruffian got through unscathed and most importantly we got through unstressed. Many many thanks Gordon and Rosemary. This would not have been possible without you.
Halfway along the loch we had a cunning plan. As we had the engine on and therefore nearly limitless electricity, we'd permit ourselves the luxury of our central heating. We'd be able to dry out ourselves, dry out the boat and dry out our kit. So down Iain went and clicked the switch. The switch clicked, but that's all that happened, the motor failed to fire up, no heating. That'll teach us for not turning it on often enough. This would be a job for Iain to fix once the day was done and we're pleased to report that we have now fixed it, simply a loose connection (but without guests to impress we are too tight to use it!).
After 13 lochs, 4 bridges, 7 hours and about 30cm of rain we successfully arrived in Ardrishaig, damp but happy and after a quick trip to a supermarket for a massive shop (aren't cars brilliant) Ruffian was restocked to bursting point ready for slipping out into Loch Fyne and starting her journey south proper.
Before the off in Crinan Basin
Ohhhhh. Looking a bit tight in the first loch.
Rosemay keeping the bow between a rock and a hard place. Well a loch wall and a bulletproof swan 441.
Push Gordon push.
Smiling despite the rain.
Our crew did get some time off to take in the views.
We had visions of the canal banks being thick with flowers. The best we got were super sonically sized daisies.
Is that a smile that Fiona is wearing?
The canals were so full they were overflowing.
Looking like pro's at the final loch before the sea loch. Thank you so much Rosemary and Gordon.