Mallaig has everything a yacht might need: beautiful walks, lovely food, great company and absolutely no need to go sailing ... but after our third night in port (aware and concerned for our reader(s)' anxiety), we both felt it was time go sailing again.
To Rum (previously Rhum), one of the "small islands". Rum is the biggest of these islands and has semi-derelict palace built in 1897 for someone to have parties in.
The palace
As we weren't invited, we walked most of the way across the island towards a village called "Harris" from which we could see the Outer Hebrides. Rum doesn't have much of an Internet connection. I expect this might have been a problem from party-goers long ago, as they'd have to made conversation rather than playing with their phones. Two night on Rum, then off to Eigg.
The mountain
We anchored in South Bay, Eigg. The heat wave had started. We climbed the mountain and generally had a nice time.
The top.
Intrepid Jean.
Our anchorage from the mountain.
After climbing the mountain We had a beer. This was good. Very good.
Today we went sailing again; to find out whither, see tomorrow's entry.
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