Day opens overcast with rain and a breezy Southerly. We had about
twelve other yachts sharing the anchorage with us at Puilladobhrain
last night, two nationalities we hadn't seen before are the Danish and
New Zealand boats pictured. Bit of a contrast in the comfort levels
between the two.
We set off under main alone and despite the adverse tide made brisk
passage towards the Sound of Mull past the Island of Bach. We turned
the corner at Duart Castle then the wind died and we found ourselves
heading east at about a knot with the tide. While there the castle
were firing off cannons, fortunately only flashes and sounds of
thunder no signs of splashes in the adjacent water.
The wind picked up again and we were on to Loch Aline and through the
narrow entrance that opens out into this spectacular and sheltered
loch. There is a sand mine to port as you come in with apparently 30
miles of underground caves. On up to the top of the loch and anchored
in 6 metres, only the sound of burn in spate and the wind in the
trees. Why would you want to sail and live anywhere else?
Forecast is positively optimistic for tomorrow, lets hope its right.