Torran Salt In My Eyes

05/09/2005

Changeable, breezy weather stays with us, cold overnight but struggles up to 10 degrees during the day. Monday brings at day at sea, battering against a stiff northerly out towards the south end of Mull searching for Dulse seaweed. Nancy Black’s tide tables work much better than my old ones, and we strike it lucky. Four exhausting hours later, we are bucking back to the mainland across a huge north going tide against the freshening breeze. I thought that I had left all this behind years ago; the difference this time is that everyone’s mobiles ping off from time to time and, we are all chatting to people as though we were sitting in offices instead of dodging sheets of icy spray! My eyes are sore from the salt, definitely out of practice. A good harvest, just hope it stays dry enough to process it all. Early to the Great Bed of Trollaigh tonight, Yours Aye, Archie, The Baron Trollaigh.