Eyemouth- part 2

Having stayed 3  days,'fogbound', in Stonehaven, I was anxious to resume progress on my trip. I had started spending a little too much time staring at my remote location, on the map. Oddly, being abroad in Spain or the USA etc, has never 'felt' this distant from sunny Shalford. I'm writing this. 'soppy' stuff to try and explain, just a little, of the many things that influence decisions such as , 'yep, that looks OK. Think I'll nip out into those big, grey waves and sail to Eyemouth. Only 13 hrs.' Basically, I think I forced myself to go. 

As I said in my last, brief, report, an hour or so after leaving the gloom of Stonehaven, I was in a big swell and thick fog. I pushed on because I needed to. 

Occasionally, during this mammoth trip, I could feel the fear rising. The expression, 'I can feel the fear rising', now means much to me. Ive learnt that you need to jump on it straight away. Also, Short of calling the coastguard to try and blag helicopter ride, there are no options. In fact, Im not sure that you can attract the services of a Sea King helicopter on the basis that 'you've had enough'. 

One things a certainty, in my opinion; you cannot get the feeling of sheer joy and personal achievement that I experienced, about a nanosecond after making the harbour entrance, without some sort of forfeit or personal pain. That's just the way it is. 

 

As I arrived, there was a lady standing on the end of the breakwater, staring, as I popped out of the smoke ( it was that thick). Apart from a seagull, she was the first sign of life I'd seen since giving Jim 'another' wave goodbye. I shouted out that I loved her.  She must have been startled as I drifted in from the gloom like a scene from from Pirates of The Caribbean. 

After yesterday, decided to relax in Eyemouth. My chum, young Keith ( 

turned up for a few days break. I mention this as a reason for late report.