You can have the wardrobe!!!
Most of the books and articles we have read over the last few years seem to dwell on this area as one of the most traumatic, as people, especially couples, try to find a way to squash a lifetime of belongings and memories into a floating percentage of what had been available as storage space throughout their land locked lives. It is not easy to sit amongst the collection of stuff that has accumulated over the years and try to detach yourself from it and it is certainly no simple task to divide the chaos into manageable bundles so that an actual agreement can be reached on what eventually graduates into the pile that has been given permission to board the boat with you to share your adventures. More
Orla, according to internet rummaging, is an Irish/Celtic female name, meaning “Golden Woman, Golden Princess, Golden Queen and Golden Girl” Irish King Brian Boru from Co Clare is said to have had a sister and a daughter with the name.
It could be a Danish Male name, left as a Viking reminder of their invasions on Ireland, a couple of Denmark’s’ famous sons have the name Orla.
In Chinese, the name Orla translates roughly as Golden Goddess, Beautiful woman, Beautiful Girl, Woman of Gold, One of true beauty, Beautiful Boat (boat of course being a female object too). More
“One look and you know she’s designed to go to sea without scaring the bejesus out of everyone”
Lafitte 44 review by David Pascoe
This story began in Kip Marina, Dougie was working abroad for a couple of weeks and until he returned Orla and I waited patiently on our pontoon, in the place we had called home for the last seven and a half months. I put pen to paper, probably not remembering half of what I would have liked to talk about. Looking back on our stay there are some unforgettable memories and some equally unforgettable people who have found a place forever in our hearts. More
Picture it…………………………..The low winter sun glowing in the misty sky, reflecting the million tiny, frosty diamonds glistening on the white hulls and decks of the sleepy yachts and motor cruisers, enveloping them in gift wrapper from heaven. The frozen sheets and lines for all the world resembling Christmas lights hanging in a floating village, the calm, magical air that lingers eerily just a few feet above the black icy mirror of water, creeping around the hulls like a transparent blanket. It’s a quiet, peaceful corner of the wintery world and it is breathtakingly beautiful but don’t be fooled because under the glamour and the bling of the winter white lies one of the most dangerous places to spend the party season and the Festivities, especially after a night on the town or even a portion of your mum’s sherry trifle! More
“I get all the news I need from the weather report”
Weather: – Wind force 3 to 4, Sea state moderate, Rain later, Visibility good …Eh! I don’t think so………………………… how about: – Wind non-existent, Sea state mirror smooth, Rain right now, visibility pea-soup!!!!
Anyway, we re-fuelled at Kip around mid-morning and left to catch the tide. It was ok in the marina, and we had dutifully checked the weather forecast before setting off. Visibility was perfect, we could see out in to the Clyde from the exit, but things soon changed as we motored out, the fog appeared from no-where and crept around Orla like cold grey fingers, More
The Marina here provides a free ferry service back and forth, to from the island to Oban on the mainland. It is a fab service and shouldn’t be taken for granted or mis-used, not many places would have it on offer.
“Kerrera” herself is a large, bright blue covered vessel and she carries a max of 65 persons. That will not be counting the many canine passengers that make the crossing, huge hold-alls and back-packs full of sailing gear , massive boxes of boat goodies heading for the marina office, sails and upholstery along with the guys who have made them to order, huge numbers of bulging Tesco re-usable grocery bags, new wind generators and self steering gear protected in bubble wrap, marina employees, visitors and More
“Indecision is the key to flexability”
Not long after we had tied up to our pontoon in Kerrera, the pilot guides and local charts came out and we plotted and planned our first trip “out there”. We were itching to go look for the wild bits, the peaceful and beautiful bits, the places Orla was meant to take us all along. Many sailors love the Clyde for its cruising grounds but we always intended to sail the wildest areas we could find and it was time to go exploring.
Before setting off on our travels however, we spent a great weekend with our friends Cols, Warren and Jess who had sailed over from Larne in N.Ireland to have a coffee with us in Kerrera!! We had met them in Kip marina walking Jess their boat dog, a very large and very soft Rottweiler, huge brown eyes and impeccable manners. She dances on the pontoons like a spring lamb and More
The more I observe boats, the more I am convinced they take on the qualities of their owners……..just like dogs I suppose.
I have noticed that in the early morning atmosphere of marinas, boats awaken to greet the day much like the crew they hold in their midst still all tucked up and still dreaming.
Sleepy people slowly and gently open their hatches and doors and allow their little ship to yawn with them and stretch themselves awake to greet the day. They appear a while later sitting contemplating the new day with a quiet cup of coffee More
“I am ready for the storm, I’m ready for the storm”
Known affectionately as the Tartan Terror or the Pinhead Beastie, these miniscule, ferocious, two winged guardians of the Scottish Highlands work exceptionally hard every May to October, dusk till dawn, to make sure that the vast majority of our tourist visitors do actually go home and decide never to return to our hills and glens. This summer might be a little different however as a newspaper reported on the 1st March that due to the effect of the worst winter in decades, the mighty midge has succumbed to the freezing temperatures and in Scotland’s second major Highland Clearance, they have been reduced in numbers by the billion…………………..so if you want to tramp in the heather, go for it this summer because nothing…….. More
Our car died on us, not a very natural death but a rather untimely death……………..we were hoping it would see us through till the end of next year, give us a mode of transport for Dougie to get to work or airports and for visiting relatives scattered all over the place. She collapsed on Dougie whilst he was driving her up here from Kip Marina. The engine was starved of oil (through no fault of her owners), and the last thing we needed to hear before she was handed over for scrap was More