Ah, there she is, skulking in the marina [very briefly Mr Harbour Master Sir] so she could be victualled - or whatever one calls it. I call it loading up. Was a lovely day - little breeze but no swell or other wavy bits of note so we were looking forward to this. We were I might add, here at about 8am.
Lovely sailing. Nice 3 knots and dry-ish. Mainly. Apart from when it rained.
See, was lovely sometimes. Eve threw caution to the wind and put a fishing line over the side but think the seals and porpoises must have got there first!
After refreshment and chat we took off down Loch Erisort to explore - but the rain came again so we parked nicely again round the back of Challum Cille island and had tea, wine and a tootle round in the blow-up to explore between the rain showers. What a wonderful place this was. So sheltered and quiet - apart when the birds over-squawked. We slept well too.
Awoke early aware that a little blow was due in and set off back up the Loch. Only, the wind had already created a bit of excess rippling in the water. This got worse as we reached the sea and I didn't like it. I felt doomed or something. The wee boatee wasn't too keen either so we back-tracked to the calm waters of Cromor, dropped an anchor and cadged a lift back to Stornoway with Gemma [Mrs William] when she went to church.
We shall resume the expolorement next week - if the wee boatee is still there!