Oban Marina, Kerrera

DOUBLE CLICK PICTURES FOR A CLOSER LOOK

I found Fred the Norwegian’s letter in the cockpit next morning – he’d wanted to say goodbye, but had to catch the tide South, to be in Spain by October. It will be nice to see him again.

On Kerrera Island

On Kerrera Island

Kerrera, across the bay from Oban, a trek through ‘animal farm’, good morning to the turkey, chickens, rabbits, peacock, the farm cat and of course, the Border Collies.

The Fender Game

The Fender Game

“Game! Game! Game! Gi’us a GAME!!!!!!” shouted the dogs, producing a large orange fender, which the skipper dutifully threw … again, and again and again and….. whilst the farm cat looked on with patient derision.

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Bored Farm Cat

Then on into a field, good morning to the Highland Longhorn, goats and sheep; views North to Lismore, NW up the Sound of Mull through which Team A-Jay had sailed on 27th June.

Kerrera Highland Longhorn

Kerrera Highland Longhorn

The ground squelchy, paths deeply awash, lava rock, lush greens contrasting with the ever grey canopy above, the wind stirring enough to tempt a few sails out to sea. A yacht eased into the bay and dropped anchor, lying still off the sheltered rocky beach.

Kerrera Oyster Beds

Kerrera Oyster Beds

Looking NW from Kerrera

Looking NW from Kerrera

Kerrera towards Sound of Mull

Kerrera towards Sound of Mull

‘Mrs Polish’, as tiny as a wren, only had one volume – LOUD!!! – so we shared our conversation with the rest of the pontoon. They too were confined to barracks awaiting spares; they are very special people. Easy to ignore as they look even smaller and less significant than the skipper, but don’t be deceived.

This little old couple, all smiles and warm hearts, with their small red boat and tiny resources, sailed from Poland calling at Sweden, Faroes, Iceland and then back via Shetland and the Orkneys!! I can only assume that they had wanted to follow Team A-Jay out of curiosity.

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Iwona and Marek Tarczynsky

These gracious, modest people responded to a gift of an old Channel Pilot and chart of the Channel with a shouted invitation to dinner aboard their tiny red boat. Google Translate helped a bit though I began to get some of Mrs Polish’s shouted ‘Pol-english’ by the end of a lovely evening.  Spotting a holstered weapon on the bulkhead, it was no surprise to learn Marek was a Colonel with 35 years service in the Polish Army.

Iwona’s written thank you message read;

Dear John, you be similar to American actor Richard Gere. We admired your mastery sailing during storm to Oban. Thank you for pilotage our yacht Cerberyna-Mila 3 in this storm.”

It doesn’t look like a new autopilot system can be fitted for another 5 or 6 days, very frustrating but an opportunity to explore, which of course is the signal for Barry the Barometer to sulk…

Toot toot

 

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