Trip To Mull Loch Spell

Both boats anchored just to the west of the Canals exit on the sea side of a small island, Romantically called west anchorage,on the chart. I offered to cook dinner for all. Sounding as if I did this all the time. I picked the gang up from there boat in the dingo and they clanked there way across. A session was on the cards. I think Lizzie must have heard about my signature rissotto as she came with “hello fresh” and a lot of suggestions to help me on the way. The final meal even had limp leaves on the top. Looked great. We drank all there beers all our rum and quite a bit wine. Total success for a spontaneous night in. We hatched a plan for the following days sailing. Take the tide up to the Cuan sound then into Easdale (might be a bit shallow) for lunch then on to an anchorage. What could go wrong. Mike got a head start in the morning, about half a mile, while Mark and I raffled about sailing off the anchor, which I love to do. The race was on. Fat heavy Ovni with waterline length versus samba about 30 foot of long keel. It was a light wind race and the boats were pretty even at about 6kts of breeze any more we gained any less Samba got away. Sarah was in full concentration mode on the helm of Samba and put in some big luffs to keeps us behind. Finally on the last straight section to Cuan the wind filled in and Morvennas waterline length finally paid off. We had judged the tide for Cuan pretty well and were sucked through with no great traumers although I did cut the Conner more than was wise. Easedale next stop. The sun was out and about 10kts of breeze mad for a pleasant short hop round. It was too shallow for mike and the gang to be comfortable so we went straight to the secluded anchorage. What a spot that was.En savoir plus