Tobermorying about

After the excitement of the Mull highland games, we needed a calming down sort of day. There is only so much excitement that old folks like us can have per week and we were rapidly approaching overload. So, we wound down with a nice walk along the bay. After the overnight heavy rain, the path was a bit "interesting" but worthwhile as you get some great views of the bay and town:

You also get to peek at a Nordhavn on her mooring:

It looks curiously exposed and it is to anything with north in it. The one good thing about the return of the normal series of low pressure systems heading over Scotland is that the winds go back to the south / west....

Those of you with good memories might recall that Tobermory was basically shut on our last visit. Well, the Post Office which was "closed due to holiday and staff shortage" has morphed into a new building and is very much open again. The Hydro Board (local electricity company) appliance showroom has fared less well and the "shut due to staff holiday" building is now permanently shut and available for renting. Fancy opening a big electrical store here? If so, just send us the setup money instead please, a marginally quicker and less painful way to lose it.

After 3 nights out on a mooring buoy and with the promise of rain, we wandered over to the pontoons and deposited ourselves on an empty hammerhead. This would help with shopping (we need to drag back some important stuff like wine from the little Co-op), water fill up and tempt us ashore between the showers. At least that was the theory. The shopping happened, the showers killed the walks. Still, there is always plenty of maintenance and chilling to do.

Some folks who we met two years ago on a Colvic motorsailer (that they rescued after 11 years on the hardstanding with no use or maintenance) pitched up and berthed just inside the hammerhead. Unfortunately that evening, some charter yacht idiots tried to put their boat into a gap just ahead of the Colvic that was clearly too small. Even with the bow tied to the pontoon, their anchor overhanging the cockpit of the yacht in front and this situation at the stern, they still didn't give up:

After a good ten minutes in the rain, they finally realised that this quart would not fit into the pint pot of pontoon available and backed out. Not sure how many scratches that gave poor Lady Clair in the meantime. Some folks just want what they want, even when it is clearly impossible.....

By the way, in the last week there have been 564 page reads originating in Russia. We know that the Nordhavn looks like a naval vessel but honestly Mr Putin, we are not worth wasting one of your missiles on. Patrick is relatively harmless.