My first week with Peter and Calviere II started quite simply at King's Cross station meeting Peter in good time for our 2 pm train to Arbroath. It started badly when the train failed and we had to rush across to another platform and another train. That accomplished, we journeyed without further incident to Arbroath.
Wind stopped us from putting out of Arbroath on the Sunday, but we did put out for Edinburgh on the Monday. Utilising the services of two different marinas/harbours we experienced Edinburgh as proper tourists taking the tour bus in the morning and being canny sailors, if not Scots, we utilised our bus ticket for a second time in the afternoon.
The highlight of the first week was not Eyemouth, despite it being quite an attractive area, as most of my electronic bits and pieces stubbornly failed to work there. The real highlight was sailing to and arriving at Holy Island. We were greeted by two slightly irate fishermen whose mooring we were trying to utilise and they advise us what to do with our yacht. We did as they suggested and anchored in the bay. Laying at anchor, having a meal on board and sleeping in the silence and delight of Holy Island accompanied by the occasional snorting of the seals was a true delight.
I am writing this from Amble whilst preparing for the sail tomorrow to Newcastle where the delights of the second week will show themselves.
I joined Peter last year for the South coast leg from Lymington to Brixham and I can say with certainty that this leg, so far, is much more enjoyable.
John
Wind stopped us from putting out of Arbroath on the Sunday, but we did put out for Edinburgh on the Monday. Utilising the services of two different marinas/harbours we experienced Edinburgh as proper tourists taking the tour bus in the morning and being canny sailors, if not Scots, we utilised our bus ticket for a second time in the afternoon.
The highlight of the first week was not Eyemouth, despite it being quite an attractive area, as most of my electronic bits and pieces stubbornly failed to work there. The real highlight was sailing to and arriving at Holy Island. We were greeted by two slightly irate fishermen whose mooring we were trying to utilise and they advise us what to do with our yacht. We did as they suggested and anchored in the bay. Laying at anchor, having a meal on board and sleeping in the silence and delight of Holy Island accompanied by the occasional snorting of the seals was a true delight.
I am writing this from Amble whilst preparing for the sail tomorrow to Newcastle where the delights of the second week will show themselves.
I joined Peter last year for the South coast leg from Lymington to Brixham and I can say with certainty that this leg, so far, is much more enjoyable.
John
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