Saturday was my first day of the year at sea... in the new boating season.
I was as happy as a sandboy doing what I love doing the most. Rock hopping at displacement speeds on the edge of the sea swell in the Sound of Arisaig.
With not a care in the world.. I was relaxing ..looking for anything that may attract my attention .. as I made my way along the coast. The boat was my 2.75 meter F-Rib powered by a 6HP which is my favourite weapon of choice for such an adventure.
Suddenly ... I was very aware of a dark dorsal only inches from my boat . It was moving stealthily at my own speed.. half hiding under the hull.
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief when another three bottle nosed beaks eased there way forward of the front bow of the wee F-Rib
I nearly pissed my pants when a loud bang .. resembling the sound of a drummer hitting a rim shot on a snare drum.. reverberated from the fibre hull.
I can only presumed it was one of these curious sea creatures giving the boat a tail slap .. to see if I was a hard or soft bodied animal ? Then it too darted in front of the boat ..its large tail following behind its bottle beak.
The noise was perhaps a signal for the dolphin dance to begin.
Two wingmen now caused me to gasp in surprise as they breached only a foot or so in front of me. Blow holes bursting open in unison with a sound of pffffffsssssss.. as stale air under pressure was blown clear before filling lungs again and disappearing into the sea from where they came.
Next..a bull in a china shop charged to the fore soaking me with spray as it too breached only feet from my face.
It was followed by another with a slightly more elegant entry. Another bottle nosed dolphin had entered the mesmerising dance. I was now truly enthralled and hypnotised by this glorious sea show.
They then started to appear in different sizes..some only three feet long .. others were as long as the F-Rib..and must have been twice as heavy as my weight.
As I slowed my boat..they continued to circle and dance all round.
It was a once if a lifetime show. .played only for me to see this day at sea .. but I don’t mind sharing with you guys ..assuming there is still an interest in the wittering of an aging sea salt..who calls himself “the Gurnard”