Location: Port Ellen, Islay
Distance travelled: 41 miles
Weather: Sun with some cloud and a bonnie breeze

With another early dawn rise we all had to sadly depart the glories of Gigha. All but one as Jules was the next to leave, due to work commitments, and further reduce our numbers on board. We did however have our suspicions that she was in fact jumping ship after falling for the life-jacket clad Yorkshire terrier on the neighbouring yacht! Either that or she was away to set up residence on her remote island of choice.

So eight eager crew/volunteers set out on the route to Rathlin. We headed southwards in the sun along the coast of the Mull of Kintyre always in hope of some sporadic sightings of cautious but curious cetaceans. With another morning of having our bellies filled to the brim by the never ending flow of food on board it came that point in the day when we all seemed to doze off on deck. We were soon shaken from our slumbers though with the holler from Fi up front, that a couple of bottlenose dolphins were darting by. The flurry of activity on deck that followed, as everyone tried to get a glimpse of the animals, almost landed most of Marcus’ freshly made soup in the sea. Soup intact though, and everyone satisfied after the sighting of the day, eyes were earnestly peeled thereafter. However with Ireland in sight some may say it may just have been the luck of the Irish.

After a further course change we headed north east in the direction of Islay. After a long day of sun and sailing, another evening of civilisation awaited us and the promise of a bar supper… to be continued upon return from our adventures in Port Ellen.

Log by: Josephine