All morning, a southwesterly wind buffeted the cabin and I couldn't launch the rowing boat. The forecast was for conditions to moderate by noon, but it was 2pm before we could leave the island - normally not a huge problem, but Lynn's mum had landed at Belfast City airport at 1.45..
A window of opportunity presented itself, and I rowed out to the mooring just after 2pm, with Lynn following my (slowish) progress from the jetty. We made it to the airport by 2.45, and by the time we arrived back at the island with Lynn's mum, Ringhaddy Sound could not have presented a more different aspect - 'butter wouldn't melt' comes to mind.
