After 18 nights in Douglas Marina I decided to move on as weather windows – suitable for me – are rare in this part of the world. This island and its people are simply fantastic and offer much more than just the TT Motorcycle Race they are well known for. 536km B(H)iking gave me a little insight.
Sailing into the night under a wistful sunset, the waxing crescent moon was only two nights off from the first quarter but pointed the lady’s bow distinctively into the right direction for a short while before disappearing and leaving it to the stars to take over and keep the movie going on and on….
Upon arrival into Dublin Bay, wistful turned into mysterious and I was not sure where this welcome will end up! Keeping close contact with Dublin Vessel VTS on VHF Radio Ch12, gave me sufficient confidence to proceed until Poolbeg Boat & Yacht Club, passing through alternating fog waves.
As the harbour does not have many visitor berths, we have now rafted up against TS Maybe, a Tall Ship build in 1929 with an interesting history and crew.
Time for me to digest and call it a day being back in lovely Ireland 🇮🇪.
Fair winds…
