Pinned down on Inishbofin
Alex and I were back to double-handing from Inishturk to Inishbofin as James had abandoned ship in Turk, opting to ride back to Clew Bay with Jarlath and John aboard Nimrod. Our sail to Bofin was quite nice despite the wind being southerly as we headed south. Our dinner on Bofin was scheduled for Murray's Doonmore Hotel Bar and Restaurant. We had ordered a water taxi which was fortunate as conditions that evening were to be a bit boisterous. The ferry captain's son, Charlie, was our driver. He had a brand new boat that was perfect for the task and another friend assisted people in boarding and disembarking. What a nice young man he is, and a very pleasant and informative skipper. We walked up to the hotel early as our dinner was scheduled for 6 pm. We convened for drinks at the bar, met up with some new attendees arriving by land, and then shifted to the event room at the back of the hotel, which is a labyrinth of corridors leading every which way. We occupied several tables