Day of several halves

So, tides being what they are, I had to leave the lads waving me off at Corpach Sea Lock at 7am. At least I left them with the key to the showers so they could amuse themselves awhile.
A morning of flat calm and lovely light, I was able to motor down through Corran and shortly afterwards got the engine off and sailed down Loch Linnhe. What joy!
And then, a couple of miles from Shuna, I was hit by a huge gust, sending the boat swerving madly upwind, sail flapping hellishly loudly. I got it under control and started reducing the gennie, and was hit again. Sheesh. Soon the gusts became more frequent until it was blowing a hoolie. Eventually I closed with the coast and went inside Shuna. The wind didn’t let up and nearing Oban, it started lashing down too. I found myself muttering, this is hellish, over and over again, presumably for comfort.
Into the bay, and tied up on the new transit berths, I trudged through the puddles to the M&S foodhall. I needed a treat.
So, I got over to Kerrera, managing to avoid smacking the bow into the pontoons by nearly wrenching my arm out its socket, and went for a shower. You need a one pound coin, and the office was closed. But, dear reader, was I downhearted? I was not! The wind dropped, the sun came out and everything began to dry; I even hoisted the sails to dry them off.
Journey’s end, for the moment at least. Gawd, I’m knackered.