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Day
1 – 4th June 2007 Aberdour to Anstruther – distance 24.6
NM
We
left Aberdour pier at 1505 on a rising tide, into a grey, misty Forth,
motoring out with mainsail into an E2. We decided to get some miles
under our belt before attempting to sail in the vague hope that the wind
would get up, and the engine was eventually switched off just east of
Kinghorn. After an hour of peace and quiet the speed had dropped to 2.5
knots and we ended up motoring the rest of the way to Anstruther,
eventually tying up against the southerly wall of the inner harbour at
1955.
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Day
2 – 5th June – Anstruther to Montrose – 55NM
We
left Anstruther at 0810 on a falling tide, and motored out into an E2
which gradually increased to an ENE3 as we cleared Fife Ness and at 0950
we were sailing due north at 5.6 knots. Apart from an hour when the wind
dropped off, we sailed all the way to Scurdie Ness and, with the ingoing
tide, into Montrose harbour, motoring the last two cables. We tied up at
the west end of the harbour not far from the road bridge just in time to
catch the local bakers before it closed for some brilliant doughnuts.
The
harbour at Montrose is yottie friendly, but has nothing in the way of
facilities. At night access is limited to the main harbour gate, and
it’s a long, roundabout route to the town and the nearest pub. It also
is very tidal, as the main harbour is really a channel for the huge
inner basin which puts out a fair amount of debris on outgoing tides,
This was sufficient to block both our engine cooling water and our loo
water intake, both of which had to be cleared.
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Day
3 – 6th June - Montrose to Stonehaven – 24.5 NM
We
originally started out at near slack water at 1035 but had to return to
clear the engine water intake, eventually making the open sea at 12 35
into another grey day with a NE2 that came and went, resulting in a mix
of slow sailing and motoring. We eventually tied up in the harbour in
Stonehaven at 1650 cold and damp, but were warmly greeted by the local
private sea rescue service, who gave us a key to the harbour disabled
facilities, which had a shower installed.
We
had an interesting evening being entertained by the local Morris
dancers, who performed vigorously on the harbour wall outside the local
pub. I’m ashamed to say that we watched in the warmth of the pub as it
was so cold, grey and damp that the only people who were warm were the
dancers themselves. It was also Race Night at the local sailing club,
and they had quite a fleet of sophisticated dinghies helmed by most 45+
year old sailors in drysuits, who really should have known better ….
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Day
4 – 7th June
– Stonehaven to Peterhead – 40.4 NM
We
slipped our harbour mooring at 0940 and reluctantly motored out into a
grey, misty and cold day with NNE2.winds. Under power we made Girdle
Ness at 1140 and the wind picked up and veered to the NE shortly
afterwards giving us a 5.5 knot beat but it didn’t last and after 30
minutes we were once again motoring. At 1545 the engine temporarily
misfired then cleared itself before misfiring again a short while later.
We were both convinced that the engine problems were fuel related and
decided to change the fuel filter as soon as we could and in the
meantime put the sail up as a precaution. We sailed the remainder of the
trip, much to the consternation of the Peterhead harbourmaster, and
eventually arrived at Peterhead Marina at 1715.
It
had been a grey day, and Peterhead was a grey place that did little to
cheer us. We could only hope for better things to come.
Day
5 – 8th June – Peterhead to Fraserborough – XX NM
After
fuelling up we were granted permission to leave the harbour at 1005 and,
with a new fuel filter, decided to give the engine a good trial. It was
slightly brighter than the previous grey days but with a NNE2 it still
felt cold.
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The engine performed without the slightest hint of problems,
and by 1105 we were off Rattray Head with the sun trying to shine. At
1125 we changed course for Fraserburgh and with the sun shining strongly
we hoisted sails for a leisurely beat into Fraserburgh, finally tying up
in the West Dock at 1410.
It’s amazing what sunshine can do to cheer the
sprits, and we enjoyed the must-see Lighthouse museum next to one of
Scotland’s first lighthouses as well as a brief wander around the
coast. After procuring some local seafood we returned to the boat to
find a substantial Customs and Excise ship tied up opposite us. A Young
female officer observed out return, and within minutes we had been
boarded by the officer herself accompanied by another more senior
officer. They soon lost interest in us as they realise we’d come from
Fife and were unlikely to have a couple of tons of crack cocaine aboard
so after a brief lecture on suspicious things to look for they left us
to
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Day
6 – 9th June – Fraserburgh to Fraserburgh – 2.8 NM
Slipped
our moorings at 0630 and motored out of the harbour into thick fog. We
hadn’t gone more than a mile when the engine started playing up and we
returned back to harbour, thankful for the reverse course feature on the
GPS and the radar – with 50 metres visibility it would have been
impossible otherwise.
We
radioed the harbour master once we had tied up and he gave us the
telephone number of the local Volvo agent. We left it an hour, phoning
at about 0800 and the phone was instantly answered. The guy apologised
that he couldn’t make it immediately as it was Saturday and he was the
only person around, but as soon as someone showed up he would be with
us. At 0850 he arrived on board and had soon found that the filters
between the water trap and the first stage filter bowl were clogged. By
1050 had completed the job, having tested the engine hard, but by this
time we had missed the tide and elected to stay another night.
We
wandered the harbour and town, and by early afternoon found ourselves
watching the local cricket team. It was cold with drifting fog patches,
and we were just about to move on when we were invited into the
clubhouse for a warm. The heat of the clubhouse was nothing in
comparison to the warmth of the club members, and we ended up staying to
the end of the match, scoring the whole second innings. We really felt
at home there!
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Day
7 – 10th June – Fraserburgh to Wick – 60.7 NM
We
slipped our mooring lines at 0630, out into thick fog, N1 wind with the
radar working again, but as it was Sunday there were no other vessels to
be seen anywhere. The fog had been down to about 50 metres when we left
the harbour, and it gradually lifted with the sun eventually emerging at
1050. It wasn’t until 1445 that the wind shifted and increased enough
for sailing, and we had a healthy beat on starboard tack making 5.5
knots with the tide until we closed in on land, motoring the last 5
miles, arriving in Wick outer harbour at 1725.
Day
8 - 11th June - Wick - 0 NM
Spent
the day exploring Wick and its interesting historical streets,
museum and coastline. Also spent some time with the RNLI and the
harbourmaster deciding the best approach to the Pentland Firth.
A very different town
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Day
9 – 12th June – Wick to Scapa – 36.9 NM
The Pentland Firth is
an exciting and dangerous stretch of water. Pilot advice is extensive
and full of warnings. Basically, the tides can run at up to 14 Knots
through the waters between Duncansby head and Ronaldsay and tidal races
run everywhere. Significant races include those between Ronaldsay and
the Pentland Skerries, NW of Duncansby Head, N and S of Stroma and Swona.
The best of all are the Merry Men of Mey that run, at certain times,
from the Mey rock peninsular at St John’s Point all the way to Tor
Ness on the south coast of Hoy. Although not a race as such the standing
waves associated with the Men of Mey are widely believed to be where the
Atlantic meet the North Sea and are a danger even at the best of times.
The CCC warn Yotties
not go near any tidal races or to attempt the passage against the tide,
in anything more than a F4 and certainly not when there could be
wind-over-tide conditions. It’s an awesome stretch of water that
requires respect and planning but not bad enough for sleepless nights.
Before we attempted it we sought advice from the Wick harbourmaster and
the RNLI.
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The distance from Wick
harbour to Duncansby Head is, we were told, 16 miles. The best
time to cross the Pentland Firth is at local high water, which, on
the 12th
June was 0824 and just after neaps. According to the tidal flows
the flooding east running tide would result in a southerly current
beyond Duncansby head that we estimated would be of the order of 1
knot. We therefore needed 3 hours at just over 5 knots across the
ground to make the headland on slack water, and we needed to be
away at 0530.
We blearily slipped
our harbour moorings at 0530 and with a N1 motored north, at first
making 6 knots but the nearer we got to Duncansby head the faster
we moved. Our guess was that the east going tide through the
Pentland Firth was creating a back eddy close to land, giving us
an uplift of up to 2 knots so even going slowly we arrived at
Duncansby Head at 0800, 24 minutes before high water. Our crossing
of the Pentland Firth was uneventful but it was obvious that even
close to high water there was still an east running current and we
were hit by numerous different swirls and eddy’s requiring
constant vigilance on the helm. It was only after we had moored
the boat and looked at the log did we realise how much our track
had been affected by the easterly flow before high water. As we
approached Ronaldsay andpast Swona Island the currents got even
stranger, and our speed fluctuated wildly from anything from 3.5
to 8.5 knots.
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By
1040 we had made The Grinds shallows at the entrance to Scapa Flow and
the wind picked up to a NE2/3. We had a wonderful
sail across the old naval anchorage to the NE corner and Scapa harbour,
where at 1345 we picked up a Harbour Authority mooring. With the mooring
just a short row from the harbour and Kirkwall just a 30 minute walk it
was an ideal place to stay for a few days while we explored
Alongside
the harbour in Scapa are the Orkneys Port Authority offices, handy for a
booklet on the harbours and marinas around. Nearby is also a small
memorial museum to those that died on the Royal Oak battleship sunk by a
German U boat early in WW II.
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make our way to Kirkwall to see the Cathedral and castle, and
pick up any tourist information and bus timetables. We hadn’t
hitchhiked for years, but faced with a 30 minute walk we stuck
our thumbs out at the first car, which took us all the way to
the centre. We weren’t so lucky coming back and walked the
whole way.
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Day 10 – 13th
June – Scapa – 0 NM
Our
intention today was to try and bus it to Maes Howe burial chamber and
the Ring of Brogar and we were late getting started, could not get a
lift so missed the bus we wanted to catch. We did, however, manage to
hitch a lift part of the way with an Indian doctor, and we set out to
walk the rest of the way when out of nowhere a bus appeared, stopped,
and took us to the visitor centre. My reading of the timetable was at
fault – we did miss the bus we’d wanted but there were other
alternatives.
Maes
Howe is very spectacular, as was the Ring of Brogar, and the whole of
the Orkneys are refreshingly different from the other parts of Scotland
we’ve seen.
They
are a mix of green pastureland, stunning beaches and spectacular ruins
and the people are very friendly. Part of this can be attributed to the
fact that the sun shone strongly that day for the first time and the
temperature achieved double figures. Even so there still was a NE wind,
F2/3, which made the land cooler.
Day
11 – 14th June – Scapa – 0 NM
Today we
got the bus timetable right and made it to Maes Howe village – a truly
spectacular and very special place. I’m really getting to like it here
– shame that it’s so cold.
Day
12 – 15th June – Scapa to St Mary’s – 5.9 NM
Our
trip to St Mary’s served two purposes – the first for a change of
scenery and the second so that the boat could dry out and we could
investigate why the water intake for the loo didn’t work. It had
packed up at Stonehaven and we had suspected that it was blocked as the
engine intake had been, by Montrose Basin weed.
It
was a short trip that went without significance, and we tied up shortly
after high water alongside the pier. It wasn’t an ideal berth, but
served the purpose and allowed us to explore the local art galleries and
the Italian Church made from a Nissen hut by Italian POW’s during
WWII.
That
afternoon we walked around to the small and well preserved church before
visiting the villages art galleries. Mary fancied one of the paintings
there but without any credit card facilities and the post office closed
for the weekend there was nothing for it but to plan to visit Kirkwall
again the next day for the hole in the wall.
We
visited the local pub that evening and it was a strange, soulless
affair, but made its cash from its rarity – there simply aren’t that
many hotels around.
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Day
13 16th June – St Mary’s – 0 NM
Today we
went to Kirkwall for the ATM and for another bus ride out to a Broch. We
waited for the bus with a couple of male pensioners who were going into
Kirkwall to buy a watering can and I told them that the coastal forecast
said there would be rain then showers. They laughed – there had been
no rain for weeks and there wouldn’t be any for a while, they said and
their word was better than any forecaster any day. From our experience
over the coming days they were right
We made our Broch, and it was a
spectacular site and when we got back to Kirkwall our weather
forecasters, complete with watering cans were waiting for the bus. They
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Day
14 – 17th June – St Mary’s to Stromness via St
Margaret’s Hope – 19.4 NM
We
slipped our mooring at St Mary’s at 1105, as soon as there was a
decent amount of water under the keels. The wind was NE3 and we had a
reasonable sail southwards towards St Margaret’s Hope on Ronaldsay,
and after a motor around the harbour set sails for the trip to Stromness.
Our plan was to run between the Butter Barrel rocks and Flotta, and to
give us sufficient time to take advantage of the westerly going tide at
Stromness.
It
all went to plan apart from an exciting trip into Stromness harbour with
a bloody great car ferry coming up fast behind us. Needless to say he
didn’t muck with us and we tied up at Stromness Marina at 1520.
According
to Reeds Almanac the Marina has both diesel and petrol on tap, and we
were keen to fuel up before venturing out into the Atlantic. However,
fuel is only available from the local garage some 500 metres from the
Marina, and they sold me red diesel at 48p a litre in their own 20 L
cans, lending anyone who wants it a trolley to carry the cans back to
the Marina. It was not ideal as we wiped out a good 40 minutes in the
fuelling exercise, but it was comforting nevertheless to have full tanks
again.
Stromness is an interestingly
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