Exploring Inishbofin
The storm on Inishbofin has been something to put the wind up the best of us. Siobhan took this photograph (of another photograph in the community centre)...our storm was not quite up to this standard!!Before it even hit us however we were up during the night..alerted by our anchor alarm as we were dragging anchor! We managed to secure but it did lead to a somewhat anxious night. Next morning, a little bedraggled, we got our acts together and sorted the outboard for another trip ashore.
Mark, assisted by the skipper tried and tried and tried. They say if it sounds too good to be true...it probably is too good! Our remarkably economic outboard is a piece of sh/t!! Worse than useless, it conspires to frustrate and agitate. Mark's patience is unmatched. He strips it down and tweaks every tweakable bit! But to no avail! It was a row to the pier for himself and Siobhan in search of showers and a few supplies.
The community centre though unlocked had no hot water despite the best efforts of Rory, a young lad who was there to use the gym. When the supervisor eventually did arrive she was none too pleased. She did agree to deliver the wash that the crew had placed in the washing machine to the pier later...then she ejected the pair!
Fortunately a helpful couple made a few calls and soon Andrew Kennedy arrived in a minibus to take them to his hotel where he provided showers (and lifts) for free. What a nice man. It turned out he'd played guitar and provided vocals for De Dannan late nineties early naughties...was a sailor and a source great support and advice during our stay...more later.
Meanwhile the Skipper was on Goose dusting and polishing the brass and decided that, at anchor in the middle of the natural harbour, was the perfect opportunity for a strip wash! That was until, as he stood naked as the day he was born, next to the the companionway, the ferry passed packed with passengers curious about what things looked like inside a sailing yacht! No doubt their holiday memoirs will include tales of their sighting of Moby Dick!!
As Mark was rowing the tender back to Goose through the teeth of the gale the anchor started to drag again...Mark came aboard just in time to help raise the offending article, and his news of advice from Andrew Kennedy that we could tie up against the roro ferry for the worst of the storm was welcome relief! We did just that and after dinner were able to scramble over the ferry to have a pint in the harbour bar. Unfortunately a wedding party from the mainland, best described as 'not our type' had occupied the place! We charged our phones and made a quick getaway. Sometimes it's best that we live to fight another day! And so to bed....but not without some of Siobhan's 'original' photographs of this unique and welcoming place.
Mark, assisted by the skipper tried and tried and tried. They say if it sounds too good to be true...it probably is too good! Our remarkably economic outboard is a piece of sh/t!! Worse than useless, it conspires to frustrate and agitate. Mark's patience is unmatched. He strips it down and tweaks every tweakable bit! But to no avail! It was a row to the pier for himself and Siobhan in search of showers and a few supplies.
The community centre though unlocked had no hot water despite the best efforts of Rory, a young lad who was there to use the gym. When the supervisor eventually did arrive she was none too pleased. She did agree to deliver the wash that the crew had placed in the washing machine to the pier later...then she ejected the pair!
Fortunately a helpful couple made a few calls and soon Andrew Kennedy arrived in a minibus to take them to his hotel where he provided showers (and lifts) for free. What a nice man. It turned out he'd played guitar and provided vocals for De Dannan late nineties early naughties...was a sailor and a source great support and advice during our stay...more later.
Meanwhile the Skipper was on Goose dusting and polishing the brass and decided that, at anchor in the middle of the natural harbour, was the perfect opportunity for a strip wash! That was until, as he stood naked as the day he was born, next to the the companionway, the ferry passed packed with passengers curious about what things looked like inside a sailing yacht! No doubt their holiday memoirs will include tales of their sighting of Moby Dick!!
As Mark was rowing the tender back to Goose through the teeth of the gale the anchor started to drag again...Mark came aboard just in time to help raise the offending article, and his news of advice from Andrew Kennedy that we could tie up against the roro ferry for the worst of the storm was welcome relief! We did just that and after dinner were able to scramble over the ferry to have a pint in the harbour bar. Unfortunately a wedding party from the mainland, best described as 'not our type' had occupied the place! We charged our phones and made a quick getaway. Sometimes it's best that we live to fight another day! And so to bed....but not without some of Siobhan's 'original' photographs of this unique and welcoming place.
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