At sea again.

Island of Lismore.

Duart Castle with Mull in the background.

It was a rough old night alongside at Craignure Pier, the wind blew
all night and the ship bounced off the pier. I mustn't grumble as I
had a bed and duvet, unlike our new residents that had a few blankets
between them and the couches. Some of the stranded passengers found
accommodation in Tobermoray, to add to their stories the taxi ran into
a deer on the way down the coast. No one hurt, well other than the
deer.
We got off OK at 6:45 and even the two drunks that were chucked off
earlier made it back on board. The sun came out and the snow, yes
snow, came down and covered all the tops of the hills. My camera
isn't up to the long shots required but here are a couple of the views
on the way across to Oban.
That's me half way through the week, quite eventful with engine
breakdowns and storms.