Black Isles to Cairnbaan

We woke to cloudy skies and after another fine breakfast we raised sail and for the first time for as long as I can remember we sailed off the anchor.

The other yacht crews were up and about too and the bermudan, now identified as a Hallberg-Rassey left behind us. The folks on the ketch took our picture as we passed and I took theirs.

We were so busy enjoying the view that we went the wrong side of Lunga and only noticed because there was no rip.  We turned back and crossed into the Sound of Luing and sped down towards the Dorus Mhor.

The skies had cleared into a gorgeous morning as we arrived at Crinan but the lock was full and we had to wait so we picked up a spare mooring. We locked in with a large bermudan yacht and tied up by the café. It was lunchtime so we used the facilities and bought some paint at the chandlers.

Then it was time to leave. We wanted to get to the Ardrishaig basin but we ran out of time getting through the locks, and had to stop for the night at Cairnbaan. It almost felt like we had come home. Our Journey to the West was over.