Canna

We got away from Eigg under blue skies and very little wind so motored North and then sailed over to Rum where we went ashore for a mooch about. Then on to Canna.
What a tremendous magical place. And a bit sad to see what is was - three churches round the anchorage - and now a permanent population of a dozen and not a single child. We went to the small restaurant where rich yachties (no local fishermen here; I guess it's too remote) were dining and were served by a stammering genial Dutchman. The local rabbit is very good.
Walked back to the dinghy via this church which was open at 11pm - still light.