The weather in the West of Ireland was filthy, but we couldn’t not sail!
Is there anything out there but miserable weather? Summer Sailstice, a global celebration of sailing on the longest day of the year A sliver of blue sky was hopeful We sailed out of our inlet in Clew Bay at half tide. That’s when we can make it over the shellfish bed that runs across the entrance. We had about a foot of water beneath our keel at the shallowest. But that was not so much the issue. The issue was that the morning was cold, dark, damp and just miserable. Oh, and it was flat calm. When we got out into Clew Bay, there was not a boat in sight. Then, a really dark cloud came by and it started to rain. Alex and I looked at each other and knew what we were thinking. Should we turn back and get back in while the tide is still with us? Nah, we kept going in the shadow of the Holy Mountain, Croagh Patrick.