Position at Anchor : 55 58.404N, 005 54.089W
Weather: Strong winds, sunny patches and the odd shower
Distance travelled: 34 nautical miles

With sleep rendered rather patchy thanks to the unrhythmic ‘clunk-banging’ of the anchor chain against the hull, everybody was awake if not up before 8am - Frankie was even swimming - but breakfast was served and the day begins…First task was to raise the anchors – after which Oitir Mhor Bay was put astern and the Silurian went south (in the geographical sense, of course).
Marine monitoring progressed as usual despite rough waters and high spray and okay, technically it wasn’t too successful in terms of marine life sightings, everyone still had great fun and the weather was….err…weathered as the boat knifed towards Jura. Jill (with a J) and Brit stood steadfast on effort as nature threw everything it had at them and...lo! They saw a seal.

The flapjacks (a gift from God…er…well, Debbie) were fantastic and Dave claims he’s going to use them as an anchor but the general consensus is that he is being sarcastic.

Being sucked into the Corryvreckan Whirlpool was avoided.

At 4pm the boat entered West Loch Tarbert on Jura with the intention of mooring in the quiet area away from the predicted high winds. Lots of seals were spotted sitting and lounging on the rocks (or Skerries) and unfortunately Siobhan never saw her dragons which are believed to reside in Jura’s caves, feed on the goats and are apparently responsible for the raised beaches not being recolonised by the plant life.

Dinner was finished and a trip ashore (not to mention Chris’ fishing plans) were confounded by rain and so the evening became a quiet night with the general exchange of stories and discussion. Question: just how many Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy books are there? Oh…and Frankie hopes to finish her book. Its getting climactic, apparently.

Log by: Andrew