So our time on board Silurian has come to an end and all the volunteers, as well as the crew, are sad to say goodbye. A fabulous ten days of adventures and merriment! It hasn’t mattered too much that we haven’t spotted the ‘big 6’ as we have all enjoyed the experience immensely and our creative tendencies have flourished! I don’t think the ‘happening hub of the Hebrides’ knows quite what’s hit it! Searching for fins on the horizon, chasing rainbows in the rain, gaining friendships and an experience never to be forgotten. I don’t think any of us could have asked for more!

Log by: Fi

We All Live in a Big White Yacht (to the tune of ‘Yellow Submarine’)

In the land where we are from
We went searching for Minke whales
But all we saw were basking sharks
Bloody things were everywhere

Chorus:
We all live in a big white yacht, a big white yacht, a big white yacht
We all live in a big white yacht, a big white yacht, a big white yacht

As Silurian set sail
In wind, sleet and hail
All the animals did flee
So there was nothing for us to see

As our skipper had gone mad
But so had we just a tad
Too little space and too much food
We lost our sanity but it was good

Our first mate has many skills
Like cooking food with all the frills
But most important of them all
Is keeping Dave on the ball!

But the crew was not complete
Without Penny, the boys were weak
She always made lots of tea
And loved to be out at sea

So as we sailed out to sea
All the waves as big as me
Through the swell some porpoises
A seal or two or even three

There was rubbish everywhere
For us to log, so beware
There was nothing in the sea
That can live or even breathe

We looked upon the coast of Coll
To see a whale breach and fall
But Minke whales were not to be found
Show yourself or make a sound

Scrap the dating agency
If you’re looking desperately
There are buoys all around
Though they’re orange and far too round

In our sexy oilskins
We pranced about like we were kings
But the dolphins didnae ken
That we were’nae fishermen

A forecast lacking confidence
Made the skipper very tense
So we sailed to Tobermory
To save us from a fatal story

So the final day has come
We sailed past Eigg, Muck and Rhum
We had fun so we don’t care
That the Minke whales were’nae there

Song writing is a must
For the Whale and Dolphin Trust
Take a holiday like mine
For a whale of a time