Well, I started this last night in http://machrihanishdunes.com/stay/the-royal-hotel/ The Royal Hotel. In fact I got a good way towards posting it before getting distracted by my five compatriots and a salmon steak in the dining room. Though that hardly does justice to the description of my meal there, a fine ‘Smoked seafood platter’ as a starter, which is ‘posh speak’ for half a dozen mussels, one scallop, a slice of cold smoked salmon and a small steak of hot smoked. All served on a bread board with salad and Hollandaise sauce. I can’t remember what the rest of the team ate but it was serious stuff, and that was just the starter!!! The main courses were even more spectacular, me I skipped the sweet on account of me stealing everyone else’s chips Having said that by the time all of them appeared on the table I was fair tempted to change my mind.
Around ‘The Mull’
The eleven and a half ‘steam’ from Oban the previous day had been something of an epic. That long dangly ‘snotter’ immortalized by Paul McCartney in this,
was a little ‘epic’ to say the least. Sir Paul has obviously not ventured around there on a scabby day or he wouldnae be so senti friggin mental about it.
Anyways, we made Campbeltown safely on Sunday night, but prior to that here’s the good old MV Loch Striven berthed astern of the MV Lord of the Glens http://www.cruisingholidays.co.uk/scotland-cruises.aspx?hid=J329 . Just further around the bay at the ‘Railway Pier’ is the MV Isle of Mull, that would be Oban on Saturday afternoon.
This must be the ‘Timber Pier’ in Campbeltown on Monday morning
with a lorry delivering more during the day.
Oceanflow E35 tidal turbine
Also on the pier is the Oceanflow tidal turbine that was in Sanda Sound the last time we rounded the Mull with Hallaig in 2014.
The 35 is supposed to signify 35kW http://www.oceanflowenergy.com/project-details2.html , which strikes me as an awful lot of energy from such a small blade diameter.
I do love the idea of tidal energy but no one as yet seems to have come up with an effective way of antifouling these things. This all looks very nice and shiny now but after 12 months in the sea it would look like the Hanging Gardens of Babylon with all the weed and barnacles on it.
Half way there
Well, I’m well by ‘Half way there’ and I’ve lost count of the times that I’ve tried to post this, but to all ‘intents and purposes’ the Isle of Man is a different country and I’ve not been able to access the internet via my laptop. A load of ‘pish’ if you ask me me but these clowns never miss an opportunity to screw extra money out of you if they can
And, it’s not just the IoM, that clown at ‘Microsoft’, Bill friggin Gates or whatever he’s called is trying to screw me too. I paid my ‘Microsoft Office, Word and whatever pish package months ago about a week before my ‘puter crashed and the plonker now insists I pay again. In the ‘good old days’ it was yourself that got the licence, now it’s your ‘puter, so if the puter crashes yer fecked Consequently I keep getting messages that ‘Windows 7 Build 7601 isn’t genuine’ and he want’s me to part with more money, well he can f**k off, I paid my money, got a new hard drive and I’m not parting with more dosh for more ‘Windows pish’. Sadly ‘Windows Live Writer’ seems to have gone a little ‘pear shaped’ along with all Bill’s marvellous functions.
So, in the ‘dim and distant past’ here is Ailsa Craig https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ailsa_Craig that 99Ha lump of granite famous for curling stones and bird pooh a few mile off the Ayrshire coast. We passed by this some time in the ‘dim and distant past’ on our way to Douglas.
That was of course prior to getting well and truly ‘hammered’ in the the Irish Sea.
We arrived safely, albeit with somewhat frazzled nerves around midnight in the IoM, and the morning after things seemed far more settled. We berthed ahead of the ‘wave piercing’ catamaran https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HSC_Manannan and just opposite the regular ferry https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MS_Ben-my-Chree .
On Wednesday morning we departed Douglas on what was to be the most pleasant of mornings of the trip. This would be the 12 hour leg to the Cammell Laird basin on the Mersey at 22:00.
It was a very welcome change not to be living off sandwiches and be able to cook a proper meal/
And that’s what a gazillion wind turbines look like on the radar
Eventually, after what seemed like an age we met a Liverpool pilot at the ‘Mersey Bar’ and he skilfully guided us into the ‘wet basin’ at Cammell Laird’s yard on the Mersey https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cammell_Laird