It was another cool day in the west. A westerly wind whipped around the bay.
We say 'changeable' in Ireland. This is code for it could literally rain at any time, and for quite some time.
Think Harry Chapin (bless him) 'I'm goin where the sun keeps shinin through the pouring rain...."
Harry was a humanitarian. He sought to end world hunger; he was on the same (American) Presidential Commission on World & Domestic Hunger - with iconoclast John Denver who is, sadly, 25 years dead today.
So the rain stayed away for most of the 90 minute loch trip but we had some heavy downpours. The crew consists of at least four. Two ladies: one tells a potted history of the bay, its islands and its eclectic fans.
John Lennon's island, Cynthia Lennon's hair do, wallowing seals, a female pirate, a holy mountain and even the smugairle róin got a mention.
There were two problems that we encountered. The story teller was up on deck; we were down below and the sound system was not great so we missed some of what she was saying.
If it was this alone it would have been surmountable but the second problem was a group of 8/10 very loud young ladies (a fitting collective noun 'a gossip of ladies' like a murder of crows?). We assume from what they said too loudly they were from the same workplace.
They had little interest in the trip, sights and stories, rather they were selfish, loud and to a great extent self absorbed. They had no consideration for the rest of us and our hosts were too polite to tell them to STFU.
I understand and sympathise as no one in business these days what's to risk offending customers - even the selfish, rude ones.
So our experience was considerably marred by poor sound and folks who self indulged, gossiped wickedly about absent colleagues and were generally the sort of people who buy their own furniture and I'd cross the road to avoid.
They swigged a modest amount of wine and they should have gone to a coffee bar or a pub.
Another charming lady staffer served at the bar but on the day we sailed they had an issue with power so no hot drinks.
There were two men - one was the skipper, the other played guitar and sang a few tunes once the speaking part of the trip ended - when the cruiser turned against the wind to return to harbour.
At the end, the gossip of ladies still put themselves first and made their way to the top deck to disembark but insisted on a group photo by one of the crew. We had to wait on the stairs until their selfish demands were sated.
All in all it was enjoyable but it could have been so much better (€20pp). read more