Implants and Holy lunching

After our guest departed, the Captain decided to follow suit - he had to visit the nice dentist man to have the new tooth fitted to the implant that has been settling in place in his jaw for a while now.  Getting there involved the much loathed Flymaybe. Just to keep the (ex) Capt Rae happy, here is the mode of transport - less ugly than the ATR he hated but equally noisy and even more cramped inside:

He had a most pleasant wait at Southampton airport before the flight back thanks to a visit from Anne and Izzy:

The captain duly returned with a full complement of teeth and a happy feeling, hoping that there were no more dentist visits for a while. Back in the delightful Greenock (actually that is not fair, James Watt Dock is fine and the folks there are great) we had an excellent evening together with Sheila and Niall (the folks who own a house at Portavadie) when they joined us on board for dinner. We then had a less than excellent time walking in to Greenock for some last bits of fresh food before we headed off with no grand plans other than "head south around the Mull and then head north". Just slowly.

The first port of call was to be Holy Loch. You can guess why. Before we departed Greenock we had a strange moment. It looked for all the world as if Izzy the cockapoo had got onto a plane from Southampton and was running down the pontoon:

We discovered that not only was Bee about the same size, colour and age she had identical cute mannerisms too.

Leaving Greenock we were delayed by a feeder container ship that was swinging before berthing at Clydeport:

The liner is the antique (1972) Black Watch. One of Fred Olsen's finest.....

Holy Loch was visited again because you can walk to Livingstone's restaurant in Dunoon. An excellent if rather large lunch was duly enjoyed there - you feel that you deserve it after the walk somehow even if it led to a food coma that evening.

We were a little confused about (ex) Capt Rae's movements though. We saw that he had departed Whitehaven and then followed this track:

Was this a test run after some repairs? Was it the result of a very confused navigation system on board or a very confused navigator? We await feedback from the skipper but remain worried about him.