
As friends and family contemplated a day of rain and more rain, the sky over Largs was nice and blue, but the wind was still blowing up to F6 and 7. We would have to sit it out. Not to worry, the owner busied himself doing odd jobs and welcoming more guest; friends of PeteCooper.

By lunchtime the wind abated a little and yachts started to leave the marina – and we weren’t far behind them. We raised full main and staysail and headed downwind to pass behind Cumbrea on the right. We made great time, and once we’d turned we were heading North on a fetch to Rothesay. This was much rougher, and we get a good soaking. Some 15 miles into the trip and we were alongside in the inner harbour. It seems we’d had the bast berth and the other boats were bedecked in patriotic flags for the Jubilee. I was smallest boat again.

By the time we’d tied up PeteCooper had been on the phone to see how the day had gone, and to tell the owner to check out the Victorian toilets on the quayside. Very fine they were too.















