The wind eventually dropped in Bangor, but not before some enthusiastic rowers had had to be rescued nearby after getting into difficulties in the gales. Anything with an F7 in it is far too much for us ... and we have a keel. We like our keel.
Martin went home.
We set off for Ardglass (Northern Ireland). We like Ardglass (and NI generally).
We motored all the way (again).
Next to Greystones. We tried using the big white flappy things again for a few minutes, but to no avail.
Greystones was built during the Celtic Tiger Years (just before the Financial Crash). It has very modern facilities and nice pontoons and is surrounded by modern flats, many of which may be unoccupied. Now that The Next Recession is about to start, building is underway to create another big block of flats. You get used to the pile-driving (apparently). We liked Greystones, mainly because the berthing was easy, even without Martin's assistance.
Next to Arklow, or maybe further. We made it to Arklow.
Arklow is good for chatting to people about the weather. I did. Several boats were planning to go on to Kilmore Quay. I thought it was a bit windy. We chatted. We all decided that another night in Arklow would be just fine.
4th July 2022
To Kilmore Quay. We set off accompanied by two other boats. Using my utterly un-honed yacht-racing skills, I cleverly let the other boats get there first. As a result, the first boat to arrive was directed to a ridiculously tight and challenging berth and the second boat was squeezed in between others on the main hammerhead. When we arrived, it was a simple matter to tell boat number two that we would be berthing alongside (rafting), and perhaps they would kindly "take our lines" and provide us with any necessary assistance. We berthed with ease and (possibly) had a beer.
Next off .... 130 miles to Lands End and why a Two Hour Watch System doesn't work.
