Will Your Anchor Hold

Well, the anchor seemed to hold ok as the wind got up. The wind howling in the rigging always sounds worse in the dark but then the anchor alarm went off. But it dug in again. At 5am, I woke to an unmistakable rumbling - and watched as we skittered another six yards downwind. Clothes on, and after a few minutes I woke the SK. Plans of action hatched but glory be it seemed to have dug in again and this time stuck. Oh joy. Roll on daylight.
It was off to Canna - a joyful close haul up the coast of Rum and final motor into the anchorage. What a place. We’ll skip the SK’s meal at the cafe (never say yes when they only have one steak left) - Canna gardens, the church, the sun and even a couple we enjoyed blethering with all made it a wee bit special. And a mooring - no bloody anchor needed!