SIPR 5: Kintyre

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Leo worked out the timing for our route ahead. "We might just make the tidal gate round the Mull of Kintyre," he said. We sailed into a fog bank approaching the Mull and with visibility down below 50 yards put the engine on for safety. Graeme popped up from the cabin and handed me a novelty horn. "Blow this every two minutes," he said. "Aye, right!" I said, thinking that this was some sailor humour. But no! It was a foghorn. Even if it did make a noise like a kazoo.

The Mull of Kintyre:


We made it round the Mull and dramatically sailed out of the cloud into a sunny, breezy channel, mist streaming off the cliffs of the Mull like the Lost World. Engine off, the mainsail was reefed in the wind, and we made a fair clip past Sanda and into the Firth of Clyde. Graham and I went below for some kip as the sailors navigated us to our final destination.

Crewmen Leo, and Wilf:




Skipper Graeme:


Runner Graham:


Yours truly:


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