Have you ever been unreasonably angry? You know you have no cause to be angry, thus “unreasonable”, but you still can’t shake it.
Maybe not angry; just f…ing irritated.
So I’m sitting on the wrong side of the last locks before town and Neptune’s Staircase.
Maybe because while I understood that I would not get out of the Caledonian Canal system today, I had looked forward to being in town. In the last week I have spent too many days, nights, alone. No one to talk to, no internet, no Wi-Fi, no nothing.
So, I sit here, looking at the beautiful scenery, but disappointed that I’m not in town.
And it’s certainly quiet out here.
But hark; I hear a sound, I go investigate. Alas, it is but the refrigerator compressor.
Welcome to my world.
So, since we last talked it’s been 4 days and 400 miles.
The two day crossing of the North Sea became three days.
A long three days, exactly 72 hours.
I’ve been too tired to write about it. Maybe tomorrow.
Tomorrow is here. Now I’m really tired. Neptune’s Staircase took it all out of me. And then we still had another three locks and a bridge or two to go.
Finally, at 14:00 hours Dauntless is on the sea heading for Oban.
And being at sea you know what that means? Winds of course. 25 knots on the nose. Knocks about a knot off our speed, but I am keeping the rpms higher than usual, 1800 rpms, because the engine has been running cool the last few days have spent basically two days at idle.
I wanted to get this posted, but the pictures had not uploaded and you need pictures to understand what I write some times. I’m not the best when it comes to descriptive detail.
My hands ache from handling cold, wet lines for two days.
Well, almost home. I feel it calling.