After a night at Burtonport, entered through a narrow, rocky channel,
where we ate very well at “The Skipper’s Tavern” we set out for Tory
Island – the remotest inhabited island off Ireland. In a few miles we
came across “Napper Tandy”, a ketch drifting in the negligible breeze
with a dead engine but our help was not needed as a local boat was on
its way to assist. The weather was perfect with the hills showing sharp in the cool air before the temperature rose as the sun beat down from a cloudless sky. Tory Island is named from its three distinctive tors, and is the home of “Balor of the blows” – the Celtic god of darkness. The island teems with bird life and the Skipper got a rare sighting of choughs – shiny black cliff-dwelling crows with scarlet legs and beak. As the photo shows, we are nicely tucked in harbour alongside a very similar yacht.
Have enjoyed reading about your trip though it is making me homesick! I’m so glad you got a nice day in Tory island as it’s one of my favourite spots around Donegal.
All is well in Grange Road………….everyone behaving themselves.
Best wishes for the rest of the trip.