We were one man down after Jims abrupt exit from our voyage but that didn't deter us I had a job to do hook or by crook I was going to get the "stoney b" back to Foyle pontoon in the heart of Derry city . Ken, Tobin and I awoke to a dull morning in Sligo town it was 4th August 2014 and the final few legs were in sight. There were few luxuries at this pontoon it lacked toilet or shower facilities which was very disappointing, me and the wee dog headed off in search of a shop to get some breakfast treats, I couldn't believe just how narrow the channel was when I had a good look around to see where we were, the previous nights dramatic arrival held its toll and we were all still pretty exhausted. By the time the dog and I walked up through the town to Tescos I was in no fit state to walk back so we eventually took a taxi back to pontoon and cooked breakfast for us all to Kens delight. Later that day we booked into a hostel it was difficult to get one to take Tobin but we found one which let us keep him just outside our room window on the ground floor outside, it was the first time Tobin had to stay outside all night, I was so tempted to bring him in the window at night but I was well warned if they caught him inside we would be chucked out so poor old Tobin had finally realised he was a dog and not a human, this was a far cry from the luxury hotels that we had smuggled him into around the country.
That evening we met up with Sheila and her boyfriend Michael who were friends of my Sara from Foreland Gweedore they were fantastic hosts and their hospitality made us very welcome.
It was 5th August and time to move on we cast off at 1pm getting to see the crazy route we came in at daylight .
The Iron man stood in all his splendour as we sailed past bound for Killybegs.
