We spent Monday exploring Canna, walking up the hill from the harbour to see the 9th century Celtic cross, then continuing west along the coast to where a Neolithic Souterrain showed the island had been inhabited for thousands of years. The sun was scorching, and the wind none existent, which made the return trip exhausting. For the first time this year we were too hot. The cool shelter of the Sheering Shed, where we could get cold drinks from an honesty fridge, was a lifesaver as we got back to the village.
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| Julian by the souterrain |
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| Celtic cross |
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| Rum from Canna |
After rowing back to Robinetta we went straight into the cabin to get out of the sun, and spent a couple of hours relaxing. I spent some of that time watching as yachts arrived and tried to pick up mooring buoys. This is never easy to do with an audience, but they made me glad that Robinetta is small, with much lower bows than most modern cruising yachts. Eventually all the buoys were taken and by half six there were at least 4 yachts at anchor as well.
I rowed us ashore via a Cornish Crabber 30 called Wave of Mylor, wanting to exchange greetings with a fellow gaffer. Once Julian and I had showered we met up with her crew and had a drink before going into the restaurant for dinner.
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