Yes - heading back to Kilmelford on the dog end of a big spring - no written word exists in detail although someone out there with a pale blue hull does have pictures - including one of ma bare airse as ah mooned at the basturd.ash wrote:I was going to ask if you were eastbound on a falling tide, but Mr google tells me that you wereclaymore wrote:Rhuba Breac - that was the little tinker. Doing 5 knts with about 3kts of current.
Turned too soon - the taste of a pint at the Cuilfail on my lips. Simple mistake .......
http://www.cuilfail.co.uk/
How far on to the rock were you?
I realise that the story has been told at céilidh throughout the western isles for generations, but does the written word exist in the ethernet?
Ash
PS I believe that HRH sits in the cockpit of the Rustler and tells her friends about the day that she met , in the chandlery at Ardfern, the man who mounted the rock in Cuan.
We were high and dry and remained there for about 2 hours then the young flood lifted us, spun us back the way we had come and lunched us seal like back into deeper water. That was the worst bit as we plugged on into the current and at one point we were making less than half a knot - by now the Cleit was firmly astern so if we'd failed then I guess we would have ended up reversing onto it which wasn't a pleasant prospect. All the while my mind was thinking perhaps we should have gone round by Pladda but against a big spring I'd already discounted that and we needed to get somewhere to dry out and inspect the damage. Some well intentioned matelot had also radio'd Oban Coastguard so I spent quite a while assuring them that we did not need assistance as we were only dried out and no signs of a hole. - I climbed off and had a walk round just to check and stuck a fender down to reduce any damage. There wasn't much - being a long keel we rode up onto the rock - I think it would have knocked a fin off! There was a fishing boat knocking about and he was really helpful - described exactly what would happen when we refloated so I guess he'd either done it or seen it plenty of times before.
Dear Heart and I were quite subdued as we got into Kilmelford and Old Ken McColl was brilliant. Gave us a cup of tea and then said "There's only 2 kinds of sailors around here - those who have hit rocks and those who haven't yet"
I'm not being drawn by yer reference tae ma Royal Love interest, ye scaldie.
