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Landfall at Ballycotton
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lumpy sea well north-west of the Scillies, steadily shortening sail
till, as a dirty-looking line squall approached, we were down to just
a deep-reefed main and the small jib, my two most trusty working sails,
recently made by Des McWilliams in Co. Cork, and a great improvement
on the old ones that were prone to split apart when squalls like that
one hit us. Not that it was too bad, force 7, perhaps 8 for a wee
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The trouble was
that we still had about 60 miles to go when it started to veer. Hard
on the wind, we rose the Irish lights early in the chilly morning,
with the sky clear and Northern Lights showing in the sky above Dungarvan.
Tacking down the coast in the now calm sea, we came to Ballycotton
on a brilliant sunny morning and picked up a mooring there, as a small
boat returned to port, after a morning run on the lobster pots I suppose,
reminding me of some of the best times of my own career as a fisherman.
The joy of it, after the long winter, to be lifting the shiny blue-backs
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This was where I first came to stay in Ireland, with my school-mate
Ken Thompson forty years ago. Mary and I had a leisurely breakfast
and a rest, and then Ken came with Rachel and Simon to have lunch
with us. After that Rachel and Simon came with us for the beat down
to Roches Point , and up Cork harbour to a safe berth, where the
Anna M now waits to get a spring paint-up before heading west and
north to meet her dolphin friends again, and maybe further than
the Shannon too. I've a mind to sneak a quick trip to Scotland later
on, DV.
Joe Aston, 21st April, 2002.
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