Thursday 30th June. Nairn with Stephan and Andrea.
Andrea, Brendan and Stephan on Nomad. Andrea on the tiller. The Invernairn. Stephan's posh hotel with an honesty bar!
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Wednesday 29th June. Nairn. 🇨🇠The Swiss connection.
Nairn looks like a nice town but I'm stuck out here for a few hours until the tide comes in
Tuesday 28th June. Whitehills.
Sunrise on the Moray Firth - just a few hours after sunset. Nomad in Whitehills. Yet another amazing sunset.
Monday 27th June. North Berwick to
Sunrise. Red sky behind the isle of May. What's in store? Bell rock. Almost out of sight of land, rises straight up from the sea floor 30 metres below and is covered at high water. Whoever first discovered it must have got a suprise. Sunset over Aberdeen.
Sunday 26th June. Edinburgh to North Berwick.
Anchored in North Berwick. Sitting out a strong wind forecast.
Thursday 23rd June. Berwick to the Firth of Forth.
Passing St Abbs Head. The Bass rock again. and the castle overlooking Bass rock. North Berwick.
Tuesday 21st of June - The longest day. Farne Islands to Berwick on Tweed.
Passing Bamburgh Castle on the way. Passing Lindisfarne - Holy Island on the way. Berwick upon Tweed. Nomad in the harbour.
Monday 20th June. Blyth to the Farne Islands.
Farne Islands Lots and lots of birds. Guillemots, puffins, cormorants, razorbills, terms. All very smelly when the wind blows from that direction.
Saturday 18th June. River Tyne to Blyth.
I've got the drawing thing figured out. Goodbye Tynemouth. Hello Blyth.
Wednesday 15th June. Grimsby to Filey anchorage.
Said goodbye to Carmel and Cleo at 5.45. Flamborough Head. Guillemots everywhere. Razorbills, gannets, kittiwakes and some puffins too. I probably took a picture of this last year. A geologists delight. Filey bay. Anchor away!
Grimsby with Carmel and Cleo.
Carmel and Cleo have been here for two days and this is the only photo I took :( Note to self: must try harder with this blog.
Monday 13th June. Grimsby.
Spent yesterday evening with Dave and Steve who have abandoned their round Britain trip because of bad weather and are returning to Lymington in their Vancouver 27. Lovely Sam Smiths bitter at £2 a pint and the friendliest club I have ever been to. A town in poor shape since the Icelanders won the cod wars. No more fishing but somehow it still smells of fish. Lovely old buildings left to rot. Not subsidence, they actually built it like that. Brilliant!
