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I can't believe I actually woke this morning and pulled the curtain closed against the sun. I love to have the curtains open at night I think I crave the light, but 5am in the morning really is too early. Except of course if you are beginning a journey maybe on a boat ... and your normal nine to five or even ten till six is superseded by the need to work with the tides.

I turned in bed thinking lazily that Shemaron would be getting ready to set off, warming the engine before a graceful exit from Campbeltown harbour in the special moments of the cool bright morning. I must have slept a little again, the next time I checked the clock it was 7am and I reached for my phone to look for Shemaron on Boat Beacon. After waving a graceful figure of eight to re calibrate the compass I looked expectantly for the small white boat shape near the mull of Kintyre that would denote Shemarons' passage towards Gigha. At that same moment my phone rang.

My husband spoke to me connected by satellit…

OAK LEA 2013

Just wanted to share this picture of the Oak Lea taken for me by my friend on a recent trip to the Kyle of Lochalsh. It shows her quite remarkably blending in to her sad surroundings.

STANDING PROUD YOUR LICHEN COVERED BOW RESTS IN GREEN, AWKWARD OUT OF SALT SOOTHED SEA   AGAINST THE BARN. SHACKLED BY ROOTS SHIVERING AND SLITHERING THROUGH YOUR TIMBERS. BOUGHS AND BRANCHES WHERE MASTS AND RIGGING ONCE FLEXED AND STRAINED. CREEPING MOSS CLINGING ON YOUR PLANKS, STRETCHING SLOW ALONG YOUR SLEEK AND SINEWED LINES. EARTH TO EARTH CRADLING ALREADY YOUR SPLINTERED SHATTERED FRAMES









MORVEN, SEAFLOWER AND GLENCOE

The next morning dawned brightly enough, from my bed I could watch the sheep lambs and rabbits that grazed on the steep crags rising behind our B&B. At this point we were undecided whether to make the journey home or stop once more on our way. It felt good to have the day open to all events, free of expectation and without an end. The beautiful bays of Easdale fell to our rear view mirror and we pulled up the narrow road away and onward with our journey.

We stopped in Oban and managed to catch sight of Morven on her mooring way across the water, however that was through a pair of binoculars and the wind was biting, we didn't linger.  Morven was originally named Aramanth and was built in the same era as Shemaron also at  Weatherheads boat yard. She spent a lot of time fishing off the east coast we think from Fisher Row.


We were by now settling into our journey and the scenery once again was changing as we covered the miles. Alongside loch Linnhe the mountains of the Ardnamurcha…

EASDALE ARGYLE SCOTLAND

We woke the next morning to the rather strange sensation and sound of the wind whining through the small tucked away spaces in our room. I say strange because we were staying in the newly refurbished and modernised Royal hotel which overlooks the harbour in Campbeltown. The Royal Hotel is very comfortable, it has towels that wrap easily around my body with fabric to spare, the carpets are thick and soft, the beds are high and luxurious and the decor has been tastefully sort out. Waking with wind  skittering between the picture frames, and door frames with such an unholy din, I must admit caused me a moment of confusion, until I remembered my husband's habit of sleeping with the window open. I was not on Shemaron after all but still in our lovely coddled room.

By this time we had decided to move on, Shemaron was going no where and the weather was not set to change. Having days that were now spare was a rare treat. We decided to travel a little further north to Easdale then look fo…

WINDBLAST FROM THE SEA