Back In The Wee North Via Inistrahull

Was this a fishing trip? Or a circumnavigation by sail.  Today it was hard to tell!  And as ever our lines came to the surface devoid of  fish!  This did not prevent gales of laughter...but sadly our morning was without wind apart from that.  By lunch the wind picked up and we were on a broad reach all the way to Portrush.  A good days sail for Neil who had been part of the crew last year where too much or too little wind seemed our constant condition. The legendary twin islands of Inistrahull beckoned and as the skipper had never come close enough for full inspection, this was our opportunity.  There was something eerie and mysterious about them.  Abandoned many years ago the light still stands. The notion of rowing to this light is surely beyond modern comprehension.
The wind was building and we had a spanking sail into Portrush.  Neil has a house here and friends, Karen and Alfredo were staying there. They invited us to dinner and Siobhan and Neil opted for the offer of a cozy bed too! Siobhan was joining us once again to finish the trip and was a welcome addition.  We had a fantastic evening....great food...great wine...magnificent company, and to top it all Aide and Carmel, friends of Neil's had invited us to their guesthouse for breakfast!  The skipper had  sailed a a Ruffian out of Portrush over thirty years ago and was pleased to hear fron the Harbour Master that it is still active under the competent hands of it's owner Davy G.
Mark and the skipper retired repleat that evening.
Breakfast

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