#2. Isles of Scilly – Ireland

I spent a week in the Isles of Scilly with several boat-fulls of friends. I made a new self steering blade with some Spruce I had in a locker, and it was soon time to get going again.



Hoisting the anchor in st.helens pool proved to be slightly troublesome; a weeks worth of weeds made it too heavy to get the shank out of the water, and I spent about 20 minutes lying over the gunnels hacking away and hoisting inch by inch, glad that the wind and tide were perfectly opposed, holding the boat stationary while I struggled. And finally, away! It was before sunrise, but my friends were up in their pyjamas waving me off, and even the lighthouse on Round Island seemed to say ‘fair voyage!’


The winds were fair and the sea was friendly. North I went, with the breeze on the quarter. I set my course, and, for what felt like the first time in too long, relaxed. Some nice dolphins came and said hi for a while and I played them some songs. The sun set, the moon rose, and Lorema held her course. There was very little shipping around, and I was able to get some sleep, but only in twenty minutes naps, the minimum time it would take for a ship to arrive from over the horizon.


Ireland appeared on the horizon mid morning, and grew. Clouds also appeared over the horizon, and also grew. They grew faster than Ireland did, and brought with them squally wind and rain, but they couldn’t dampen my excitement at landfall; New shores! A sea crossed alone! An uncharted Island discovery! – In my mind I was the first to cross these waters, and would be the first to encounter whatever awaited me on this mysterious Island.

I sailed into Cork harbour with a good breeze behind me. As it happened, there were no cannibalistic natives to be found, but I did find my Great Aunt Wanda in Cuskinny house, on Cobh Island. In fact, I was able to anchor a couple of cables away from her front garden, and having inflated my dinghy, my first ever footfall on Irish soil was on my old family home.


After a week of Irish breakfasts and walking the dog, I sailed west. The first leg was horrible and grey and too windy and foggy and stressful so I stopped at Kinsale. There I sat on a mooring for a couple of days while swarms of children sailed dinghies enthusiastically but hopelessly, occasionally having a bash at my paintwork before piling up on the lee shore of the river in tetris fashion. A few awkward friendships with Kinsaliens, and away. The harbourmaster looked kindly upon my cornish ensign and my destitution and waved me off without asking for a penny. Or rather, a cent.

It was regatta day when I left, a sensible time for departure. As I sailed out of the river I was waved at by confused fluorescent hoods, no doubt thinking that I had my chart upside down and was actually trying to join the throng of boats entering the harbour. But no; West again, and we were reaching for a while before the wind backed and I was forced to take long tacks along the coast. Finally saw cape clear, and then the entrance to Baltimore harbour, and as I approached, a racing fleet appeared from behind Sherkin Island and led the way into the large bay that shelters Baltimore. Being less than excited about entering a new harbour at the rear of a fleet, I was glad when a couple of the slower boats cut in too close to the point and were left floundering in the wind shadow while I breezed in, standing at the forestay like a right cocky bastard while my trusty self steering gear did all the hard work.


It was certainly yacht season in Baltimore; you could barely fight your way 1147475_393281037438692_935455783_oto a bar without getting slapped in the face by a fluorescent patch. I skipped away and anchored off Sherkin for a pint and some island banter at the Jolly Roger.

The next evening I came back with a guitar and had a right good sing along; The Irish have a wonderful appreciation of live music and you can be assured of a great night (and endless beer) in any proper Irish pub if you turn up with an instrument and a story, as long as you don’t mind a bit of casual abuse thrown in for good measure.

109 thoughts on “#2. Isles of Scilly – Ireland

  1. Pingback: gambling games
  2. Pingback: sildenafil viagra
  3. Pingback: cialis internet
  4. Pingback: 20 cialis
  5. Pingback: cialis internet
  6. Pingback: generic viagra us
  7. Pingback: oh crap
  8. Pingback: cialis buy
  9. Pingback: cheap 100mg viagra
  10. Pingback: personal loans
  11. Pingback: cialis ed
  12. Pingback: levitra price
  13. Pingback: levitra 20mg
  14. Pingback: buy levitra
  15. Pingback: Cialis in usa
  16. Pingback: pharmacy online
  17. Pingback: pharmacy online
  18. Pingback: buy ed pills
  19. Pingback: pills for erection
  20. Pingback: viagra generic
  21. Pingback: cheap viagra
  22. Pingback: buy chloroquine
  23. Pingback: viagra 50mg
  24. Pingback: cialis from india
  25. Pingback: cialis black
  26. Pingback: ciprofloxacin drug
  27. Pingback: Buy generic viagra
  28. Pingback: discount cialis
  29. Pingback: how much is cialis
  30. Pingback: cialis 5mg price
  31. Pingback: Everly
  32. Pingback: cdrqq
  33. Pingback: cac nha cai uy tin
  34. Pingback: ww88
  35. Pingback: telegram groups
  36. Pingback: Business ideas
  37. Pingback: keto diet
  38. Pingback: https://astrow.pl/
  39. Pingback: m88vina
  40. Pingback: make up tips
  41. Pingback: w88
  42. Pingback: Manhattan
  43. Pingback: have a peek here
  44. Pingback: 메이저놀이터
  45. Pingback: homes for sale
  46. Pingback: w88.com
  47. Pingback: seo planner

Comments are closed.