Over to Cork

We're taking the scenic route to Scotland for the summer, starting on the south coast of Ireland. The wind last week was mostly light and variable, but we took advantage of a 24 hour blow to head to over to Cork. Of course, the wind was pretty much on the nose so we had a day and a half of bashing in to it, with a few hours of motoring to start and finish. 

All went well, and we arrived in Crosshaven (the yachting centre of Cork) in blinding sunshine. The easy anchorages promised by our pilot books were chock full of private moorings - no swinging room for Vagrant at this inn. With the light dying, and Sara frantically phoned round until we found a berth at the Royal Cork Yacht Club, the oldest yacht club in the World.

This turned out to be fortunate. We met up with a friend of a Penarth friend, Mags, who gave us a huge dose of Irish hospitality and took us to the supermarket. Sara put the club's laundrette through its paces. We had dinner there with Mags and her husband Liam who are members and have their own 47 footer "Maggie" in which they will soon set out again following a Covid imposed retreat to Cork.

We're now moored up the river, neatly parked between the buoys. Today we've been into the city on the bus and seen a couple of tourist sites (Cork Gaol, St. Ann's bells).

Next up, we'll probably check out another anchorage in Cork harbour, then to Kinsale.