Oban ... again

Once more to Oban; to hide from the impending bad weather, to meet up with Simon, to buy some shoes, to get organised for our trip home and to go out to supper in Kerrera. 

We did all these things.

Dunstaffnage was vaguely unremarkable but efficient. We slept well, refuelled and headed off to Kerrera, then back by ferry to Oban Transit Marina to meet Simon and Robin who'd  just arrived from  Craobh. Coffee and donuts to celebrate. A walk towards the castle and a  chat with some American visitors. A busy day. Nice to be on land as the wind strengthened. 

We went out to supper (yes, really) at Kerrera Marina and safely made it back to our mooring before the gale began.

The night on board was noisy and I didn't get a wink of sleep till Jean woke me, with tea  at 0900.

Old folk in Oban.

Our neighbour off Oban.

(Drumbeat  ... yours to rent for £175,000 per week  inclusive of 10 staff, a jacuzzi  and 2 Topper Topases).