Its amazing how much easier the Locks were today. With Bob running around with the winch handle and Angela steering the whole thing was a doddle! His extra few pounds of weight displaced the water so much more efficiently than I managed to. The lock gates which were so good at resisting my efforts, never stood a chance.
I am now more than willing to make a return trip, in fact I think we should do it again, Bob needs the exercise and I need the parking practise. Also should have got a picture of Bob doing all the work in case nobody believes me.
We sailed down towards Tarbert in very light winds, enjoying having the sails up and drifting slowly along, but then due to a series of minor disasters put the engine on and made haste towards port.
1) Angela broke a front tooth.
2) Bob developed an itchy rash due to midge bites.
3)The tin opener broke halfway through opening lunch, which then had to be discarded.
Fortunately Tarbert has a good chemist, right next door to an ironmonger. Bought tooth glue, antihistamine cream and a tin opener. Order restored on board.
Tarbert is an old fishing harbour, very reminiscent of the French harbours we've visited. The main streets form a square around the harbour so the shops and restaurants all overlook the water. Its another very quiet place, even though the new, modern marina is full of visiting yachts.
People seem to be sitting on their boats rather than venturing into the village.
Oh dear!
ReplyDeleteFor a second there, I thought you were going to say that the iron-monger fashioned a new front tooth for you!
I'm glad you're back on track (though I'm worried about the tooth!).
Rosie xxx