It's been just over four weeks since I had my hipe replacement operation and as well as doing my daily recommended exercises I have been building up stamina by walkimg every couple of days. I am fortunate that I have the Union Canal and a couple of parks nearby where I can enjoy traffic free walking.
It's been just over a fortnight since I had my hip operation and my first outing on a bus for six months. I had to go for an eye test and combined it with a trip to Diggers for my lunch of pie and beans and a couple of drams. I don't miss the centre of town at all, particularly as it's Festival time. Too many tourists, sweaty unwashed bodies and cigarette smoke. I foolishly got the no. 1 bus from the West End to Diggers which passes Fountainbridge, a hub of hotels and Airbnbs. The bus was packed, I had words with more than one ignorant tourist. One US family had sufficient luggage for a whole village, with one of the cases the size of a small fuckin house!
Diggers was an oasis of calm
We woke to another glorious day for our trip back down Upper Loch Fyne to Portavadie. On the way down we had thought of stopping at Otterferry and picking up a mooring so we could have lunch but decided not to so that Alan and Lynda could spend more time in the Spa at Portavadie. Otterferry is a fairly sheltered mooring that we have used before heading for the Crinan Canal. It is not named after the sea-mammal but from the Gaelic "oitir", meaning "spit of land" which you have to make sure you avoid arriving and departing. There was once a ferry from here. We arrived in Portavadie in good time and took a mooring on the pontoons. Alan had booked a table for evening meal in the restaurant.
We have visited Otterferry at the head of Loch Fyne, many times, but never ventured further in Upper Loch Fyne -which forms the longest sea-loch in Scotland. Over the last couple of years quite a few new moorings have been laid and there's a single pontoon at Strachur (no good in heavy weather). I have visited and driven through Inveraray dozens of times over the years but this would be the first time arriving from the sea. It turned out that Upper Loch Fyne is lovely, very reminiscent of Loch Sunart on the way to Salen Jetty. It was great to see familiar places of Minard, Furnace, and Strachur but from a different perspective. The weather was stunning for our gentle motor up the loch. There are four moorings opposite the old pier at Inveraray and one was free (turned out that all four were available after day trips had departed), there is also a sheltered anchorage beside them. We had to fouter about at the mooring as it seemed to have wrapped around itself but an extra length of rope sorted that out and it was a beautifully calm evening.
Our next leg would take us north through Kilbrannan Sound between Arran and Kintyre to the fishing port and marina at Tarbert - or East Loch Tarbert to give it its full title. Before the idiotic self-inflicted harm that was Brexit, Tarbert Harbour Authority was given an EU Grant which they used to refurbish the facilities and now has one of the best laundry and shower blocks on the West Coast. Argyll Council has also spent money both here and in Campbeltown to improve the towns. It's a great marina in a beautiful setting and the town has all you need to stock up on supplies. We managed to have a nice gentle sail for the last four or five miles.
After a peaceful night bobbing about in Lamlash Bay, our next leg of the trip was around the south of Arran passing Pladda Lighthouse, across the southern part of Kilbrannan Sound and on to Campbeltown. This was my third visit to the Wee Toon this year. Campbeltown can get very busy as it's the last stopping point when waiting for the tides to head around The Mull to go North or to Northern Ireland. Similarly, it's the first port after coming south. It was quiet when we arrived, having missed the tidal stream for those heading around the Mull. It was a bit gloomy when we left Lamlash, but we arrived in sunshine.