Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Days like these...
This yacht was visiting the Solway from the Isle of Man. Early the following morning, she hoisted her jib, then her main and lifted her anchor all in one smooth motion then slipped away on a broad reach to the Isle of Man.
It is always a pleasure to see a ship shape, well handled yacht when nowadays the majority stay in the marina or only venture out with the motor.
I drifted for some time on the ebb tide...
...but all too soon I had to break the glassy calm and my paddles drove me against the gathering current between Ardwall Island and the mainland.
As I entered Fleet Bay, the last of the sun slid towards the dark granite slopes of the Galloway Hills.
The sea turned to gold and ebony as the last gasp of the day slipped away with the ebb tide. Even the shrill pipping of the oyster catchers fell silent. I paddled home in the silence and the night gathered round me.
What would tomorrow bring?