Onward west.

Day opens overcast with "Irish" rain, steady heavy drizzle. We moved
over to the yacht club pontoon on the mainland to fill up with water,
strangely despite the vast amounts of water that has fallen on this
part of the world recently the marina still doesn't have sufficient
water on the Island to allow them to connect up the hoses on the
pontoons. We then set off via the North entrance to the Bay and set
full sail for the South of Lismore in a brisk southerly. Few if any
other yachts in company.

Approaching the Sound of Mull we watched the porpoises swim past as we
wallowed in the calm that had overcome us, at one point we started to
move back towards Oban with the tide. Then the wind got up from the
North West, so we hardened sheets and sailed all the way to Tobermoray
hard to windward all the way, at least the tide was with us. Oh did I
mention that the rain came with the wind, nearly all the way, I'm sure
the views are stunning.

8 hours after setting off from Oban we arrived in Tobermoray, but
there was no room at the moorings or the anchorage so we anchored
right down at the south end at Doirlinn, on our own. Which it has
been for most of the day as we didn't see any other mugs beating to
windward all the way here. Day ends partly cloudy but without the
precipitation. Only sheep and the sound of the wind here to disturb
us. The lights of the flesh pots in town are on the horizon there to
tempt us but the mile and a bit row is too much to countenance.