We've anchored in the lee of the island and whilst Bob and Gavin chat up topside, John is cooking supper and I've a few minutes to reflect on the day.
After family farewells and a hectic hour ferrying provisions to Capercaille, we cast off from the mooring, unfurled the Genoa to 'cut a fine jib' for Richard the cameraman, who was positioned at the end of the pier.
|John Whitley (Skipper), me, Bob Smith and Gavin Foulks|
|Heading onto Capercaille with the last of the provisions|
|Gavin waves as we motor past Bangor pier|
But we'd only gone about half a mile when we suddenly lurched to a halt. Our course to get a view of the castle was taking us over the sandbanks of Traeth Lafan and we realised that with barely a mile behind us, we'd actually run aground. John reassured us that we'd just 'kissed the sand' and that we were on a rising tide. Sure enough, a few minutes later we were buoyant again and phoning Sarah at Penrhyn Castle to get a photo of us.
|Sails Around Wales yacht hoves into view, with Pen y Gogarth, the Great Orme, in the background|
|Bob ready to drop anchor, with White Beach, Fedw Fawr ahead.|
|Bob and John with Capercaille at anchor|
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