|Lot's Wife, Baltimore entrance|
|Kids having fun in Baltimore Harbour|
We motored, then motor sailed the short distance to Castle Haven and anchored in the outer harbour. It was a bit exposed but would do us well for the forecast for the night which was benign. No sooner had we anchored that small sailboats started appearing and sailing out. More and more emerged and we learned that soon we'd be in the middle of a regatta. Oh well. They'd all have to take us into account. We got into our dinghy and headed ashore.
|Sailing into Castle Haven|
The Castle on the harbour has tea and tapas on the lawn overlooking the harbour. There is a small restaurant up the street. A shop is relatively well stocked. We didn't go to the church, but they have concerts on Thursdays in the summer and friends told us it was well worth a visit for a glimpse into the plantation days. The big house on the bend which is usually open for tours was closed for much of July and August, oh well.
There was a fire hydrant with tap like in Crookhaven on the dock and we tried to fill our water tank but it didn't work. A woman told us that we could find a hose on top of the pier. The fishermen needed water on the pier and the council wouldn't allow two taps so they had to disconnect one. We thanked her and filled up. Once again there was no place to dispose of garbage and recycling. A shame.
We took a dinghy ride way up the river per the recommendation of the ICC pilot guide. It was surprisingly full of boats moored in the deeper part, with a few looking like they'd been abandoned long ago. The lovely tower castle overlooking this area was picturesque and the outcropping was chock full of people camping.
Farther up river, the boats and moorings stopped and nature took over, suggesting that the forested land was still in private estate ownership. We came across a deep hole that would serve well as a hurricane hole if needed. We got back to the boat just as the racers were finishing up.
In the evening, we amused ourselves with the gulls vying for a few scraps of stale bread. "Mine, mine, mine." We had a lovely visit and overnight stay, but we'd be moving on in the morning to find shelter before the next gale.
|Regatta in Castle Haven|
|Castles and churches|
|The Customs House and the tree on the left is reputed |
to be in the first known roundabout in Ireland.
|The Church of Ireland|
|Boats tied to shore at the rowing club|
|Water tap on the quay|
|Fitting a new engine|
|The castle keep upriver|
|Some very sad|
|Pastoral landscape, lots of moorings|
|Upriver wooded beauty|
|Looking toward the main anchorage|
|Traditional boat race|
|The first gull|
|Mine, mine, mine.|