Bank Holiday Monday

At 1130 our three happy pirates arrived, heavily laden with ‘ship’s rations’,  and we stowed it all in the galley for later.
With a steady wind from the SW, we put up the stay sail and a bit of genoa and sailed down stream under the bridges with the Pirate Flag ‘a flutterin’.

Pirates ahoy

Pirates ahoy

The rail bridge is a stunning feat of engineering and from our mooring we watch it change through all its ‘moods’ as the light plays on it. At night it is lit up and takes on an H G Wells ‘steam punk’ aura……….. almost as though it could get up and stomp down the Forth.

Impressive structure for the1880s

Impressive structure for the1880s

Charlie was quick to have another go at steering and he really has got the hang of it ……. there were a few distracted moments when we yawed back and forth, but he got us back on track.

Charlie helming

Charlie helming

Freya had a go too and in between giggles and slipping too low to see anything except our track on the raymarine screen, she did a good job ….. (with a little help from Grandpa!)

Freya steering

Freya steering

Happy smiling faces were the order of the day and everyone tried out their ‘photo faces’

Photo Faces

Photo Faces

Photo Faces

Photo Faces

Photo Faces

Photo Faces

We arrived at Inchcolm Island at high tide and dropped anchor just off the quay. This was the first outing for our new Manson anchor and it worked a treat! With the wind still chilly we decided to have a ‘Cockpit Picnic’ in the shelter of the spray hood……… and a jolly fine picnic it was too …… thanks Tash!

Cockpit Picnic

Cockpit Picnic

They had forecast  sunshine for us, but as ever it eluded us until the evening, staying tantalisingly close on the south of the Forth which we had left behind!

Picnic over, we lowered the dinghy, donned the life jackets and then it was ‘all aboard’ for the trip to the island.

All aboard the Ferry

All aboard the Ferry

Once ashore we left the scurvy crew playing on the beach while Cap’n Marcus and First Mate Margie made a hasty return to the ship for some gold dubloons to pay off the landing fee…….

Money exchanged, we set off to explore the west end of the island….. a wild unkempt hill, with nesting gulls and over grown World War 1 gun implacements. There is a tunnel through the hill, constructed to move munitions from the quay to the guns without having to haul it all up over the island, and despite the pitch black, we found our way through………… and back!

The Tunnel

The Tunnel

……….and so on to explore the Abbey ruins in a much more manicured part of the island. Charlie and Freya decided they wanted to climb the tower so Grandpa went up with them to look after them ……. when I saw how steep the ladder was and how high they were going, I went up too …… to look after Grandpa!

Once at the top it is clear why the island has been used as a look out spot down the centuries. We had a wonderful view of the Firth of Forth and Edinburgh Castle and  we could see Island Kea anchored peacefully in the bay.

At anchor from the Abbey tower

At anchor from half way up the Abbey tower. (The first of what I’m sure will be many ‘at anchor’ photos!)

Safely down from the dizzy heights, we explored a little more and came across some familiar ruins in the cloisters!

The ruins

The Ruins

It was down hill all the way from there…….

Rolling down the hill

Rolling down the hill

Far too tempting .... mind the Seagull poo!

Far too tempting …. mind the Seagull poo!

……. to the quay and the waiting dinghy. An all too short a visit, but we had to catch the tide back to Port Edgar.

Back on board we had time for a little contemplation…….

Charlie in Granpa's hat

Charlie in Granpa’s hat

……… and a lot of laughter

Freya

Little Miss Giggles

A great day was had by all!

Inchcolm Abbey

Inchcolm Abbey

2 Comments

  1. Thanks Dad and Margie, we had a blast! T x.

  2. Looks great hope you have a good passage through the canal a’m looking forward to pics and report cheers Ross

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