By now we were only doing a knot and a half. Pete took the helm as we motored up the Sound of Mull, navigating with the aid of an iPad. Anne started work baking a cake.
We enjoyed High Tea before getting into Tobermory where we found a pontoon berth. I cooked Penne Tobermorese, which has some resemblance to Bolognese. We visited a local bar for a pint of 80/-.
Anne helming us across the Firth of Lorn
Passing Lismore
Pete helming up the Sound of Mull
The sponge in preparation
The finished article
Tobermory in the evening (it's light until 2300 here at this time of year)
On Tuesday Anne and I went for a walk around Trishnish a peninsula towards the west of Mull. Starting by a fantastic white beach at Calgary, we walked round to the cliffs, a raised beach (from a time when the sea level was higher), a whisky cave and two deserted villages. We saw no eagles, but many wagtails, and heard cuckoos. We dropped back down the hill to Calgary beach where we were in time for the return bus.
In the evening I cooked venison sausage goulash. For desert we had Scottish strawberries and raspberries. Barbara, the intrepid single handed skipper of Moon River, joined us as we made our passage plans for the next couple of days. We had a convivial evening. The skipper climbed into his pilot berth leaving the crew chatting and washing up as the day drew to a close.
Calgary beach
Sheep
View over the islands
Flowers
A deserted village
Another view of Calgary beach
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Location:The Harbour,Tobermory,United Kingdom
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