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| In typical
January style the weather was mixed, including bitter cold and snow,
but also stunningly bright days. |
The MX5
is such a lovely car to drive, especially on days like this. It
hated snow, though, and tried to dive off the road at any opportunity. |
Ice on
the beach, here at Orphir, is really lovely. |
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17th
January was beautiful and still, and Steve decided to paddle with
the tide from Evie to Birsay (about eight miles)... |
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| ...while
Jen walked up Costa Hill and took photos. Steve's pretty much in
the centre of the first and more visible on the others. |
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| As
the wind picked up it was clear Steve wouldn't make the renezvous
so tried landing part way. Once landed, though, he was swept back
out to sea without boat (which was parked perfectly up the beach). |
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| To
cut a long story short, after an hour he finally contacted Coastguard
who mobilised lifeboats and helicopter, and Steve spent a night
in Balfour hospital with mild hypothermia. Jen met up with this
Coastguard team on her way back from the rendezvous. |
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In
all, a bizarre and thought provoking incident. Being in the water
was serious, but without radio or mobile signal far more so. Daylight
doesn’t last long in Orkney and I was aware from past experience
I would not last long; certainly I expected to die. Finding I had
a mobile phone signal after an hour was a real shock, but calling
the Coastguard on 999 felt surreal. About forty minutes later the
lifeboats and helicopter were within radio range and only then was
I confident of rescue. Once transferred to hospital I was warmed
and observed overnight, and this is when Jen and I were reunited.
Following from this was a brief media circus, started by good
local reporters (Ken
Amer and David Hartley - pictured) but taken up more widely.
Thanks to all who came to my aid – I’d not be typing
this without you.
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February
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| February
ice on Harray and around |
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March
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Jen
visited Malvern at the end of March - Matthew and Rebecca happened
to be there as well. Steve stayed home and prepared Peridot... |
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April
2010 |
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| ...which,
remarkably, we launched half way through the Easter holiday and
visited Stronsay for the first time. |
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| Stronsay,
though, was closed for Easter and we could not buy a meal. An hour
or so later we were in Sanday for a lovely pub supper. |
During the
night the wind picked up and we punctuated our trip home with a
couple of hours in Eday while waiting for tide to turn. |
The ride back
was not great, with winds up to 35knots dead ahead. The engine was
well used. |
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| Jen,
having successfully studied navigation through the winter, guided
us home and also managed to make a coffee or two. We were pleased
to arrive home to Kirkwall Marina. |
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| Our
only trip out with photographer Pam
Farmer this year was to Gairsay. Stunning day. |
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| As
April ends summer is really beginning; not neccessarily with perfect
weather, but long days make such a massive diference to the feel
of life. |
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first lambs arrived, too; this is a splendid pair of Cheviots being
fed by Rowan and Mia. |
Jenny went
off again, this time to Abernethy.
Adam's trying to teach her the confidence to ski. |
May 2010 |
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| Either
little happened in May or we were too busy to take photos... |
June 2010 |
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| Lambs
increased in number, but 2010 was not a great year with several
dying. This treatment for scour didn't succeed. |
We hosted two
Italian choir members and a groupie - delightful folk. |
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The end of
June is a fantastic time with never-ending (almost) daylight. Jen's
parents visited for the St
Magnus Festival, a week for brilliant music and other events. |
July 2010 |
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| We
finally made a trip to Shetland on Peridot. In order to catch favourable
tides we had to leave at 0130. Here we're arriving at Fair Isle
in the afternoon - pouring with rain. |
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| Another
place we couldn't buy supper! We decided on an early night but shortly
after retiring a squall came through and we had to move the boat.
A delight, really, as we met neighbours and spent the evening chatting
and drinking - late bed in the end. |
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early start (0400) we left for Shetland. Cold start, but soon warmed
up to a beautiful day. |
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cracking sail brought us to Victoria Dock in Lerwick by mid afternoon.
Peridot was the smallest boat there... |
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quite a margin. We met a few of our neighbours, including Claudia
from Germany... |
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spent a few days exploring and joining in with the obsession of
finding a weather window for the return trip - most of the other
boats had been waiting for a North Sea crossing weather window. |
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most of these photos show sunshine, days alernated between beautiful
and foul. Eventually we gave up looking for the return and simply
enjoyed Shetland. |
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Shetland
does seem to have more tombolos than elsewhere - this one's on
Yell. |
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After
a few days we went for the contingency plan and moved Peridot to
a local marina before heading home on the ferry... |
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...then catching
the next ferry back with car and trailer. Loading Peridot was a
pain (Steve was in the water two hours while it poured with rain)
due to poor slipway at low tide. Finally the next ferry took us
home to Orkney. Next time we might just ferry Peridot there to begin
with! |
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course, our holiday month of July had more events... |
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of which involved Peridot. Many day trips - here with Edward but
we also... |
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it might be a good idea to join in the Rousay regatta. Bridget joined
us and |
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| although
we managed a fine start were quickly overhauled. We finished so
far behind the fleet that we missed our lunch. Great day out, though,
and we need new sails! |
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| Bridget
by Birsay's whalebone and feeding the lambs. |
This
platform was working on the tide generators off Eday. Here, half
way up, it is the height of Kirkwall's (defunct) ice plant, dominating
the skyline from miles away. |
| August
2010 |
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| Auskerry
was the destination on a dreich day with Gairsay grandchildren,
Tasha, Becky and Matt and Mum Sarah, first creeping into Hunters
geo... |
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| ...but
as the day cleared and wind freshened we moved to the lighthouse
jetty. |
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| Margery
from Wales visited again, this time bringing her friend Maureen |
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The
Hamiltons made their annual trip and we had a fantastic time playing
with boats. |
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| Jude
had lessons in the inflatable and took it over to the Shapinsay
show in company with the rest of us in Peridot. |
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Martin, Jude
and Kit took the short route home... |
...while Wilfred
sailed Peridot back to Kirkwall. |
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A
new dig at the Ring of Brodgar unearthed major ancient buildings.
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Dave,
an old friend from Wales, called by and we shared some very special
times, including kayaking round Gairsay for the annual challenge. |
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| Matt
kayaked again and would have won were it not for a capsize. Martin,
running, again beat me, Dave had very kindly accompanied me at my
pace all the way, and we all enjoyed a swim at the finish. |
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Croquet
and cricket completed our day there - fantastic fun. |
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We drove
to Inverness for the Hamiltons to catch the sleeper train home.
Ed, Matt and
Steve had a mackerel trip in Scapa bay; our production line cleaning
filled the freezer. |
| September |
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| Again,
very mixed weather. I never anticipated needing sunglasses for washing
up. |
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September
is very much a "school month" - nothing bad in that, but
it tends to be a time for readying for the winter. |
| A
sunday afternoon walk with Valerie and Alec at Warbeth. |
Tours were
offered around this amazing cable laying ship
- Steve went twice. |
| October
- Sicily |
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| During
our October holiday we met up with Keith and Rhian, their daughters
Bethan and Lynn and friends Danielle and Rosie for a sailing Holiday
in Sicily on a chartered 48 foot yacht; Peridot is 22, so remarkable
confidence was shown by everyone! |
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sailing time is fairly leisurely and all took turns in steering,
cooking and relaxing. |
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| We
visited most of the Egadi Islands and made sure we found great places
to eat - ice cream was an essential to an Italian holiday, and the
"youngsters", Bethan, Lynn and Danielle helped us on the
way. |
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| The
"adults", Rosie, Keith, Rhian, Jen and Steve enjoy breakfast
in Favignana. |
It's
very unlike Keith to sail purely by instument, so I can only assume
he was calling below for drinks. |
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| We
spent a couple of nights in the delightful city of Trapani and visited
the ancient town of Erice - stunning location, stunning town. |
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| Erice
is perched atop a very steep hill. |
We were
just interested in the manouvering as the cruise ship departed. |
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weather was variable, but more often than not we enjoyed warm sunshine. |
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| Bethan
and Danielle choose to be banished to the dinghy, most happily when
a couple of beers were passed across! |
Scopello
was an amazing little bay we crept carefully in to... |
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it was uncharted. Brilliant swimming and beautiful. |
A couple
of meals were prepared on board by different teams - all a match
for our meals in restaurants. |
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| Our
penultimate night in Castellammare and our only "whole crew"
photo. |
Finally
back to Palermo where we wandered the city in pouring rain - but
still managed ice creams. |
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all, an amazing holiday with fantastic people. Thank you all so
much. |
Keith had discovered
this liqueur and his mission was to find more! |
| November |
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At
the end of November we experienced our first snow of the season.
Unusually early and severe this has led to great difficulty travelling.
Two weeks on from this photo the ground is finally clearing, but
even as I type this some schools are still closed.
Jen is very
busy with various music events, and we're looking forward to heading
for Bahrain at Christmas. |
| Our
lambs were slaughtered and again the freezer was filled. |
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