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Shemaron arriving at Gigha 04.06.2013


Looking good.

A fine afternoon to return to the beautiful Island of Gigha with the promise of beds, baths  and a comfortable night, maybe even some sleep.

Things didn't exactly go to plan but a valiant endeavour by owner skipper and crew.

Shemaron once again tasted the waters of the Minch and her crew had a brief encounter upon its unsettling roll and windless flow. A day of thick mist and light winds.

They have spent long hours carried by her sturdy engine around the western shores. I hope the experience they have gained will be yet another starting point for our Shemaron adventure.

It seems appropriate to give a nod to the skippers and crew who have lived and worked on this amazing ring-net boat, as we begin to appreciate a little their way of life.


3.30 pm June 5 2013 approaching Mull kintyre

It seems they a have another lovely day for their return to Campbeltown. I received this photo shortly after 3.30pm as Shemaron approached the Mull with a message saying a couple of dolphins had just been sighted. A brilliant ending to their journey.

By 17.23pm  they were safely round and I know they will be able to relax a little from here on in.

I am heading up myself in the morning, looking forward to hear the finer details of their trip.

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