Glenarm to Troon (via The Giant’s Causeway)

Glenarm is really lovely  (BSA*>10).

 Glenarm is even nicer than this picture shows

Glenarm is only 90 minutes by bus from The Giant’s Causeway.

Two possibilities:

1. A giant (called Finn MacCool), having had a strop and wanting to do battle with a rival giant in Scotland (Benandonner), decides to build a paved highway over to Scotland (the Island of Staffa, to be precise)  .. in order to get there (obviously).

The Causeway is what remains.

2. As molten lava cools slowly, it cracks to form fairly regular columns of basalt which can look just like …err, a Giant’s Causeway?

For further thoughts, including a theological view on this sort of problem, please refer to Russell’s Teapot.    

 Jean at The Giants Causeway

Saturday 30 June

Off to Scotland.

After much discussion and calculation, we left Northern Ireland (now one of my favourite countries, though not yet having a fully validated BSA**), and headed out into the Northern Channel towards bonny Scotland.

As my calculations were based on not having to get up early we arrived off the Mull of Kintyre at the wrong time and had to fight the tide***.

Arrived Campbeltown in Kintyre and anchored near (but not dangerously near) the unmarked wreck of a submarine having fortunately been forewarned by Helen’s Father-in-law****.

Anyway,  “Thanks, Peter”

Sunday 1^st July.

Off to Lamlash.

Sailed most of the way. Moored in northwest corner in order to take full advantage of the lack of shelter from the East.

 Holy Island opposite Lamlash

Holy Island is owned, run and lived in by Buddhists.

We went ashore (to Lamlash) by flubber and enjoyed a nice meal and a little wine at The Pierhead Tavern.

Monday 2^nd July.

The morning dawned with an Easterly and rain and fog. 

Our mooring was wobbly and wet.

I rapidly cancelled my secret trip to Holy Island to seek enlightenment (Surely they could tell me how to come to terms with Bonzo?), and we set off instead for Troon.

Troon is Scotland Proper and only 14 miles away.

We motored out into the fog  ……

What happened next?

Did our intrepid dog-loving sailors survive the Fogs of The Clyde?

Await the next exciting instalment  “Troon … City of Adventure”

*BSA … see elsewhere if you must

**BSA … don’t bother

***fight the tide = start the motor

**** … cunning ploy not to reveal names on the web.