After our pleasant time in the Outer Hebrides we crossed back to mainland Scotland and anchored a cozy anchorage named Loch Roe. The seals were particularly fond of the peaceful spot. We had a spectacular calm morning.
Nico bravely went swimming to change the zinc.
The next day we rounded the infamous Cape Wrath, which is named that for a reason! We, however, carefully picked the weather and the tides and it was not so formidable. I still wouldn’t want to be there in bad weather! Just as we were maneuvering through some lumpy tide rips with the headland looming above us, Nico’s phone rang. Hands full at the moment, we ignored it. As soon as things calmed down we saw the call was from Phoebe. Calling her back we found out the delightful news that Zac had proposed! I’ll never forget where we were when we heard. 2025 is going to be a great year!
Now we were on the dramatic north coast. We went way down Loch Eribol where at the end of WW II thirty German U boats surrendered and they took off the weapons, dropping them to the bottom of the deep loch. English warships hung out there and the crewmen would write the ship’s names on the hillsides with rocks. One of the ships, the Hood, was sunk by the Bismarck in May of 1941. Out of 1418 men on board, only three survived. The local schoolchildren paint the rocks of the Hood in remembrance.
Our anchorage was behind an old lime kiln.
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