10th August Corpach to Oban

Didn’t we have a luvverly day

The day we went to Oban,

Sailing along with a happy song

With four seasons in a day“..


Blue Sky Siting in Corpach

It began when a ‘sun and blue sky’ sighting was recorded in the log, the skipper reached for his Factor 50 sun tan cream and photos were taken of this rare event, which of course was the signal for ‘all change’……

As we ‘locked down’ and the rain began its dreary, penetrating descent, the Corpach Keeper opined that the midges were out, which resulted in the First Mate suffering a sustained attack from a squadron of the very rare Highland Psychosomatic Midge, which appeared to have penetrated oil skins, hat and sea boots. Thus Team A-Jay exited Corpach Sea Loch with a wriggly First Mate and a very dodgy weather forecast.

The skipper joked to German neighbours that it was British weather we were enjoying, arriving with German precision they added.

It was a mixed bunch that left the lock with us ….. a Scottish boat with 3 crew totalling over 200 years life experience, the German dreadnought with a family en route for a 12 month adventure, a Norwegian father and son team and a little old Polish couple who latched onto Team A-Jay, sensing incorrectly local expertise. I didn’t know the Polish for “never been anywhere near here before, Mate”  …..

So it was that Team A-Jay found itself at the head of a Convoy approaching the Corran Narrows a little early it must be said (HW – 1), as the weather Gods ditched the Met Office forecast and threw in one of their own.

40 knots of wind on the nose, driving, torrential rain, thunder, lightning and rough seas reduced boat speed to 1.8 knots at times, as the propeller aerated in the nasty, sharp seas.

The Convoy was down to 2 boats as the First Mate retired below to fight mal de mer, but still gamely supported the skipper with snackettes. Further North, a small fishing boat capsized at the same time with the loss of 3 lives.

The Norwegians turned round and disappeared in the watery murk but the little red Polish boat clung to A-Jay’s stern like a limpet, as many more than the forecast 8 millimetres of rain fell. It was a bad time to discover that the skipper’s ancient oil skin jacket was porous despite being reproofed.

So it continued, though things eased once the Narrows gave up its greedy grip and still the little red Polish boat clung 50 metres astern, displaying unshakable faith in Team A-Jay.

It would be nice to report on a balmy, sunlit evening as we ploughed down Loch Linnhe but it was not to be as Lismore Island fell astern and Oban finally arrived, 6 wet, windy, rough hours out. After we docked, the lovely Polish couple expressed their gratitude wth huge smiles and bear hugs on the pontoon, she so small she looked like a noisy life jacket with legs.

The little Polish boat

The little Polish boat

Mrs ‘Polish’ even opined that the skipper bore a resemblance to Richard Gere, though it was raining, visibility was rubbish and she wasn’t wearing her glasses. But levity aside, it is the friendships and contacts you make in such circumstances that make the adventure so special.

It was time for a skipper’s curry that would have dropped a rhino at 50 yards and a glass of hair restorer, both of which slid down a treat, as gloves and clothes cooked gently on the engine block.

A-Jay in Oban

A-Jay in Oban

Saga Mode was the order of the day next morning, though intermittent rain scupered the Skipper’s efforts to finish drying his clothes. It was good to see Fred and his son, the Norwegians, safely at anchor though.

Oban Marina View

Oban Marina View

Oban Bay

Oban Bay

In Oban Marina

In Oban Marina

Over to Kerrera Island

Over to Kerrera Island

A ferry to Oban across the bay from Kerrara for supplies and dinner at the Waypoint Grill replaced skipper’s cuisine this evening.

It is from here that the First Mate will head for home, leaving the skipper to settle back into hermit mode, though a new autopilot must be found before further deployment.

It seems poor Harrry, RIP, had been much maligned. The fault, it seemed, lay in his ‘Fat Controller’, hidden in a dark corner below decks, who set him on the path to messy self destruction. So with days to kill it was time for the old dog to learn new tricks …..

The Skipper Learning Alphabetty

The Skipper Learning Alphabetty

By ajay290

5 comments on “10th August Corpach to Oban

  1. We particularly enjoyed reading that one John! Changeable conditions seem to be a real feature of our voyages this year. We’ve been living it up in Peterhead… Safe onward sailing. Best wishes from Kwik Decision.

  2. “Richard Gere lookalike” ……. next trip Poland?? If it’s any consolation (which I suspect it won’t be), it rained in Guernsey yesterday and golf was cancelled! Good luck with the new tricks.

  3. Just cannot believe the horrendous weather you are having!! You’ll never want to sail north from Guernsey Ever Again!! and yet inland it’s really not unpleasant atall, these coasts are not all they’re cracked up to be 😀

  4. Well I am sitting in a gorgeous place, its calm, its not raining, and I will enjoy it because tomorrow … who knows??!! Whatever the weather, up here I have met the most amazing fellow travellers. I am proud to be amongst them. I have a feeling this might just be the beginning and even the weather has not put me off☺ Fancy a rough trip to Iceland???☺Toot toot

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