On a deceptively pleasant afternoon in summer 2003 we were slowly
manoeuvring the boat under the Northern cliffs of Clare Island when the
ship’s radio crackled into life with an emergency storm warning. We
instantly headed at full speed for the safety of Inishbofin Harbour 20
miles away to the south.
As we entered Inishbofin Sound, which runs between Inishbofin and the
now deserted Inishshark, the wind was increasingly gusting. The Atlantic
was becoming more broken and threatening. The seabirds were
screeching loud in anticipation.
We harboured safely and locked down on Murray’s Pub for three days,
as storm force 10 and 11 played itself out around the island.
#lockdownboxset