Otter Ferry /
Inverary / Portavadie
You know how we said that a proper place is one where you
have to go shopping by dinghy? (Another reason not to have a trolley shopper of
course, it might puncture the tubes). Well, Otter Ferry didn’t let us go shopping
as there wasn’t one. It did let us take the rubbish ashore that way though so
we guess that counts too.
An atmospheric trip up to the top of Loch Fyne followed.
Overcast, “moody” but it fitted so well to the dramatic scenery around us.
This is Minard castle in the misty weather:
Opposite, was June’s ancestral seat. No, not that seat. The ruined Castle Lachlan.
Although her surname was a very up market “McLachlan” before she became a very
low rent “Green”, the captain still struggles to understand how someone ½
Dutch, ¼ English and only ¼ Scottish can be a Clan member though. Might be the
admission rules are “anyone prepared to pay dues to the Chieftain”?
They seemed to be in the process of shoring up the remains
of June’s seat. It needed a lot of scaffolding. (No comments thank you John.)
Frankly it looks more like a hideous East German communist
built block of flats than a castle right now. The Captain’s ancestral seat (a
small bungalow in Norfolk with no scaffolding, only pebble dash) seems quite
acceptable in comparison.
Just to prove there is some industry left in the area, at
the beautifully named village of Furnace:
We then saw the first Seal of the trip – briefly though as
he clearly didn’t like the look of us bearing down on him at a stately 6 knots.
The anchorage off Inverary proved pretty much impossible,
now the area is full of marker buoys for the fish farms and a few local
moorings. OK, if they didn’t want us, we were not going to visit them (we’d
been by car many years ago and so didn’t feel cheated). Still a nice looking
place though:
Then, the decision was to head south to Portavadie for the
night. More dramatic “Loch in the dreich” vistas for us to enjoy:
By the way, dreich is one of the first words we learned when
we moved to Scotland. Probably because it was typical winter weather and the
topic of much discussion with the locals. Dreich = a combination of overcast,
dull, drizzly, cold, misty, miserable. Apparently at least 4 of these
adjectives have to apply before the weather is truly dreich. It was.
The other must learn
things were “carry out” for a “take away” and “stay” for “live”. Most important
of all was learning about “80 shilling” instead of “bitter” of course as the
crew worked for Scottish and Newcastle Brewery. Happy days!!!