This was what is was supposed to be like

Up at the crack to catch a fair tide back down the Sound of Mull, dry
and the wind still from the NW so we motored up to and went through
the North entrance to Tobermoray. I bottled out going through the
South end entrance, maybe when I've seen it dried out.

The wind stayed from the NW all the way so we gybed our way down the
Mull zig zagging so that we could keep both sails full. This boat
doesn't really like going downwind, which is a bit tragic. Then
miracles, the sun broke out and we passed the South of Lismore in
glorious warm weather with a following wind all the way into Oban,
where we picked up a mooring over on the mainland side.

After a walk of many many miles we returned to the boat to a meal of
veggies and a glass of wine to watch the sun fall behind the mountains
of Mull. Why would you want to live or sail anywhere else?