Leaving Adrigole Harbour.

The increased wind meant we were able to put the sails up for the journey up Bantry Bay.

Mussel beds in Glengarriff Harbour.

As we approached our mooring buoy the clouds started to gather and the wind increased. We were better prepared for mooring buoys without pickups here, though, and Kevin lassoed one first time. We then used our special contraption to feed two lines through the shackle.

George Bernard Shaw, Thackeray and Sir Walter Scott all admired Glengarriff with its wooded islands, exotic gardens and elegant houses.

Thackeray wrote, “Within five miles around the pretty inn there is a country of the magnificence of which no pen can give an idea”. Less often quoted is his comment about the vulgar attitude of fellow tourists! We’ll find out when we go ashore.

This is the last vestiges of sun we’ll see for a while. Overnight it poured and poured with rain, and the wind howled around the ‘protected’ harbour. I feel the pilot book is prone to exaggerating ‘shelter’, but Kevin tells me it’s all relative.

We were so tired, so slept well despite the noise of wind and rain. The only thing we’re missing is a ‘proper’ shower; because we’re spending so much time at anchor or on mooring buoys we need to conserve water.

Adrigole Harbour to Glengarriff. 10 nautical miles.