A brisk sail with the tide up to Ardrishaig on Loch Fyne saw the good ship arrive shortly after midday, as the torrential downpours which had accompanied us up the sound melted away to warm sunshine. We were greeted not by the anticipated hoary old seadog lockkeeper, but by a couple of very attractive and competent female student lockkeepers, much to the relief of the crew. Some paperwork and a map of the canal and we were on our way through the first of 14 locks and 4 opening bridges, traversing what many describe as the most beautiful short cut in the world. It had been built originally in the early 19th century to avoid the perils of rounding the Mull, and is now the favored choice of yachts and fishermen heading up West. We would be accompanied by Frank and his most bodacious niece Tanya on Dannsa na Mara, Frank and boat having recently returned from a circumnavigation lasting 12 years. Frank is a small and wiry man who was in the SAS before succumbing to the call of the sea. We would get to know him well over the following days,the first of many interesting characters we would encounter on our voyage.
Frank. What a legend.
The top of the tree that the Skipper 'bonsai-ed' with the mast ...
At around 5pm, we reached the small pontoon at Cairnbaan, the hamlet and hotel being less than a mile from Dunadd, the ancient capital of Dalriada, the first kingdom of modern Scotland. A quick visit to the shower block and the crew retired to the hotel for a meal courtesy of seaman Farago. Frank and Tanya joined us for a drink afterwards, during which Frank related the details of his epic 12 year round the world voyage. His wife apparently left the boat half way through in Singapore, although happily it seems that it was only the trip and not Frank himself that she left... after the tales had been told, we retired to the lounge where the skipper discovered a decent grand piano, upon which musical carnage ensued. It was probably just as well that the entertainments moved back to the boat with the guitars under the cockpit tent, and so it was that our first day on the canal ended with the gentle sound of guitar strings floating over the still waters.
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