To Oban

Out of Tobermory at 10am. First mate like a half shut knife. Down through the Doirlinn again and pretty much motoring all the way with the tide under blue skies until there was enough of a breeze to get the sails up and coast along the last couple of miles and into Oban. How wonderful it looked in every direction at Lismore. You can get blasé about it because you’ve seen it so many times but if you can strip that away and see it again for the first time you realise how stunning it all is.
Along to the seafood shack before a walk to victual up. Oban was looking great - people out everywhere on the front, a holiday weekend. And all the while K regaled me with tales of what it was like there when he was at school (he grew up in Lochgilphead), the record shops, his first pint, so many stories. Of course that was only in the nineties so I guess he should remember them.