Not really a bolthole since it's not very sheltered and there are better spots close by. Indeed I was going to stop for lunch in one such that is only about half a mile away from this when I decided I fancied a change.
Silkie wrote:Not really a bolthole since it's not very sheltered and there are better spots close by. Indeed I was going to stop for lunch in one such that is only about half a mile away from this when I decided I fancied a change.
But where is it?
Yer jist a bloody showaf...................................but I like yer style.
Dubh Loch? Ah right, I'll get ma' coat...............Taxi for Pirie??????????
It isn't Barrnacarry Bay either (in case that was what you meant Shug) but that is at least in the right general area.
Shame - it feels so close! Actually, it is apparently, Balnacarry Bay according to the very local locals. Fascinating place - have you seen the millstones?
I don't believe those shoes belong to the original craftsmen.
Close enough. This is where I have to confess I can't remember all the names on the chart which is aboard but it is the bay immediately north of Castle Point almost directly opposite Little Horseshoe Bay. I'm almost sure that the dry bit of the chart said Port Lathaich and the wet bit probably said Port Cluthaich.
It's reasonably sheltered from N clockwise to SE and moderately wooded. I anchored in 6m but could easily have gone closer in. To judge from the surrounding rock, the stony wee beach and the fact that the anchor came up cleaner than it went down the bottom is probably shingly but the anchor set positively anyway.
In the end I was glad I hadn't gone to LHB since there now seems to be a mooring and there was a yacht at anchor, making me think that three would be a crowd.
It looks like that little bay just South of Gallenach, where the campsite is, below Oban.
Whilst I'm on the subject, why is every rock within 10 miles of Oban called Dubh Sgeir, or Sgier Dubh? In my limited gaelic, they both mean black rock.
I just imagine the old fishermen years ago, 'Ach, it's just over by Dubh Sgeir' and then a fight breaks out over which dubh sgeir it is.
You have to factor in the fact that I am Welsh.......
The peace and tranquility of a Sunday morning in Little Horseshoe Bay was once broken for us, not by the wash from the Colonsay ferry, but by three blasts of a ship's horn, as the stern of the cable laying ship Galatea swung towards us at an alarming rate of knots.