56 37.4N 006 03.5W

 

We met with my cousin John early afternoon in Oban and after a late lunch pushed off towards Tobermory on the tide.  The squally rain gave way to general greyness and a SW breeze of around 18 knots, allowing us to scream up the Sound of Mull at around 10 knots over the ground.  Tobermory was... full; the Clyde Cruising Club and the Ulster Cruising Club had decided to make it their home for the night too, so we anchored down in the Doirlinn Channel and I resigned myself to getting up at some ungodly hour to check whether we were going to swing into the neighbours.  We didn’t!