The second day saw us tackling the up-going locks and that’s
when the work began. There were 4 sluices per lock and all had to be wound up
and down by hand. 4 gates per lock had to be shifted opened and then closed and
then opened again, ropes had to be thrown, hooked and tightened on board, then
wound in as we ascended. We lost control of the boat a couple of times with the
hull taking a few blows and bruises. Wind was having an effect on the boat as
we entered each lock.
Fishing! |
At the end of the day, we ate at the Cairnbaan hotel and met
a French man - Jeffery - tackling the locks by himself. He had sailed his
little boat all the way from Nantes in France and had called it Roshven after the Roshven
House on the Moidart peninsula, somewhere he visited as a student. He was
taking his boat to its namesake. We later heard he had caught his rudder on one
of the locks. I hope that hadn’t ended his journey. We sat up into the night
drinking whiskey with Jeffery and swatting midges.
We fell into bed exhausted!
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