Back to Salen

Out of Arnagour across the whatever it is, trying to sail at times, then motor-sailing. At the top of Mull, the wind died away, leaving miles of glassy water where we crossed a line of small boats making their way from Ardnamurchan.
Into Loch Sunart and the wind sprang up from the SE driving us down to Salen.
Tied up on their pontoons, Rog set to, cleaning the galley. He’s a maniac! He wanted to throw stuff out. Old stuff. Perfectly good metal trays! He even cleaned the grill pan. Whoever heard of that? Giving it a shake out occasionally is quite sufficient. Eventually he was content and the sun came out, so we did what you do, or rather, what we do. We step out to the nearest hostelry. Except half way along the road, we saw ominous dark clouds building over Morvern. We about turned. Boat onto the mooring and the heavens opened. So, the last supper, beans and sausages on four day old toasted rolls. And we finally thought we better eat some fruit. Don’t want it squished in my bag going home.