Well, since my last update our luck was still dire! We finally made it under the bridge about twenty past six. The tide had eased and we managed over three knots all the way. That was the end of our horendous day, I thought. No such luck! We got up to the canal but there was nowhere to shelter from our favourite wind - it was blowing South Westerly at 'a rate of knots' (play on words there). We couldn't tie up there so we headed back down the firth to the marina. Should have been a doddle! No chance! We get down to the point, just before you turn to starboard to get in to the channel heading for the marina, we 'touched' the bottom and were 'slightly' worried!!! We made it in to the very posh Inverness Marina with tired and weary bones. It has been a hard day!
Much as I have loved every minute of this trip I am looking forward to having clean hands and having straight hair again. Oh and my soft and comfy bed (with Simon in it, obviously) is going to be a dream come true.
I can't imagine not wearing three layers of clothes when I go to bed tomorrow night. I know, that is pathetic! I have only been away for a week. I am too used to my home comforts - bring it on! I am no Ellen MacArthur!(hope that is how you spell her name. Little Don is rubbish at spelling)
Signing off from Lakota. I will still update the blog with information from Don and his next crew.
SAILING BY
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