Plain Sailing

Out Loch Aline and down the Sound, with the wind but very much against the tide till midday. By then we'd skirted past Castle Duart and as the afternoon progressed, the wind came strongly on our beam and the tide turned in our favour which all made for an exhilarating sail. Nine effing knots (SOG), which being boys, we whooped about. And took a photo of the GPS screen.
And it was all gorgeous - the water was turquoise down the Sound of Luing and brightly glittery. But you'd be thinking I'd been enhancing the blip if I posted anything like that. So here's Castle Duart as it appeared in 1860. Well, it is a wooden boat, crewed by two old gaffers even if it isn't gaff rigged.