Shelly to the supermarket for essential  supplies, most of which turned out to be cans of Guinness, John Smiths bitter and some red Leicester cheese! Benj to the post office to send Iain's Senior Rail card back to him, but post office closed, so an entirely  wasted journey, including long waits for the ferries.  The free ferry service is what makes Kerrera a viable marina for Oban, and is reliable in as much as they run one or sometimes two ferries, on the hour, and   will always return for more passengers if there are too many for the boat.  The problem is that they now advertise the island's Waypoint grill on the mainland as an excellent food venue, which it is, with flyers distributed around the town, so it is no longer just the resident mariners who are to be transported.  This means that there are often 20-30 people waiting for transport, and for Elfin Safety reasons the boat can only take 12 passengers, entailing long waits at either end.
Anyway, all done we still managed a smashing lunch at Waypoint and time for us all to get to the Malts Skippers' briefing, about the route, the facilities at each venue, and the crucial tidal information about   each passage.
We then retired to change for the evening buffet and ceilidh, Benj electing as usual to wear the kilt, and as it  turned out to be the ONLY one in traditional dress, with even  the  piper who  welcomed us for  our  dram of Oban  wearing jeans and T-shirt: poor show we thought! 
The buffet supper was held in a large draughty boat  shed, with the  odd brave pigeon flying  overhead, but the food was actually excellent, though the booze was  stingy.  Benj  was underdressed above the waist  and had to go and change  into a more sensible long-sleeved rugby shirt.  The band (piper, rhythm and bass guitar and drum) led traditional Scots dancing, and there was much initial reluctance to participate, such that Benj, determined not to let the side down, had to commandeer a waitress for the Gay Gordons, having been turned down by Norwegians at our table.  As things warmed up, he managed to join in the Dashing White Sergeant too, and by then the crowd loosened up enough (perhaps to  do with the alcohol) to the point where they  could muster 4 sets for a Strip the Willow!  Time for home, to prepare for the Parade round  Oban Bay the next  day.