Sunshine at the Bay

By the end of June, the weather was looking promising, and we decided to take a long weekend in Aberdour. We popped our genoa and mizzen up for the journey, which got a tad lumpy around the bridges, but not anything that required remedial action.

We often scan the harbour at Dalgety Bay from a distance as we pass on our way to Aberdour, and nine times out of ten there’s a blue long keel ketch in residence. This time however must have been the magical tenth time as the harbour was vacant, so we changed course and made a beeline for The Bay. I use the term ‘beeline’, because bees tend to buzz around unpredictably, and that’s what we did. It might have been the excitement of discovering that the harbour was free, or the fact that it had been ages since we visited Dalgety Bay; either way, I missed the buoys that mark the rocks on the approach and we had to faff around until I got my bearings …and I was certain that I knew where the hard pointy things that lurk beneath the surface were.

On reaching the harbour, we couldn’t help but notice that there was a fence blocking-off the pier. Paranoia inevitably kicked in, but the fence along with the large marquee was all part of an event laid on by the local Rotary club. We’re not entirely sure what was going on; there was a bit of singing and some late-night music, but nothing much to write home about.

The weather was really good with blue skies. We set-off on an easy walk east, and made it to St Bridget’s Kirk where we sat on an old tree stump and watched the scenery drift pass for a while.

Any breeze was a warm breeze, and for the first time in a long time, when we made it back to our Macwester Malin, we stretched out on the foredeck and bobbed around. We had to take sensible precautions of course, and we made sure that we were well-hydrated with regular trips to the fridge. Later, I fired-up the barbie and cremated various bits n pieces of poultry.

On day two of our three-day break, we walked west however the coastal path was closed for renovation work, so we didn’t make it all the way to St David’s Harbour as planned.

Instead, although neither of us are sun worshippers, we opted for more baking on deck, on the basis that we didn’t know when the next opportunity to do so would come along. As it turned out, this was the start of a sustained spell of good summer weather that would last for well over a week. Good times!