Kerreraing - quite a mouthful really - with a bit of Oban too

The walk up the hill from the marina are on Kerrera takes you past some interesting scenery, some of it is mobile too:

We dicovered that it wasn't one of her offspring that we consumed in the restaurant here though, wrong farm. The marina folks Tim and Gill run one further south. Some excitement as an American superyacht anchored off, one of the marina staff's daughters was a crew member on board. They came across from the USA, stopped in Horta to throw loads more diesel at it and then stopped in Dunstaffnage to fix things they broke and clean the very sooty sides of the hull. The joys of two huge diesels running for 15 days and wet exhausts exiting amidships: 

We took the little marina ferry over to Oban and wandered along the seafront there:

After two coffee and cake / lunch breaks we raided M&S then Tesco to top up our fresh food supplies - not easy in Gigha, Ardfern or Croabh. Having seen many Scottish delicacies during our time living here, we were still surprised to see this one:

We resisted. It was not hard.

Back on the island, we chatted to the owners and their chef about life in general. He showed us a peahen egg - the first one that the new pair on the island had produced. We were offered it poached with asparagus and a hollandaise sauce but it seemed wrong so we passed on that opportunity:

Tim the owner, his son and a man who works for them fancied a TGT (the guided tour in case you have forgotten) and so after some boat washing off to remove the various black streaks we had accumulated, we showed them around. Mainly the engine room of course, it is a bloke thing. We had launched the RIB to clean off the port side of the hull so the RIB had a little trip around the area too, just to keep the battery happy, and the captain too.

Sunday was a walk to the farm that Tim and Gill run and a look in their farm shop, Again, all on an honesty basis. Then back for a mid afternoon "lunch" at the restaurant. For the second time, we had a super meal at sensible prices too,  As it is the only "watering and feeding" place on the island, several of the locals came in, bringing the odd child and puppy with them. We liked and cuddled the latter, just about tolerated the former. Island children are quite feral it seems. Later afternoon the Oban lifeboat arrived towing a yacht and dropped it onto the fuel berth:

Apparently the yacht hit a rock and were worried about losing the keel although there had been no water ingress or any signs of cracking around the keel bolts. The yacht is now waiting for slightly higher tides to get lifted out and checked. It always amazes us how many uncharted rocks there seem to be.... We say nothing, there but for the grace of god etc etc.

Wandering the island we found that the rusty equipment theme continued:

This neat little guy had several perforations around the driver's seat. We hope they only employ light folks for driving it.  Plenty of sheep and their lambs were wandering around:

and you can see the setting they enjoy:

The enterprising locals (69 or so of them) have diversified interests:

only this business runs from a little shed so not too many tons are being produced. Heading back to the marina you get to play spot the Nordhavn again as you come down the hill:

in rather nice surroundings:

The observant will see that the boat has lost her bimini cover. This is why we took it off:

and as the weather is blowy and soggy for around a week, we asked the nice marina folks if we could stay for that long. Hardly a tough spot to settle down in for a few days.