With stores embarked, and Hektor's work up the mast complete, we departed Tobermorey to motor South West around Mull towards Lunga. After a slightly rolly night at anchor in Calgary Bay, we weighed early the following morning and were pleasantly surprised to find a gentle breeze, enough to waft us out towards the huge puffin colony on Lunga. Given the excellent weather, we expected to be joined by a lot of tour boats so were pleased to get ashore early.
Hektor had been very enthusiastic to re-visit the puffins after his experience in the Spring, and Lunga did not disappoint. With better weather (and probably a bit more confidence in our anchor) we were able to stay a little longer this time and explore more of the island. As well as a lot of puffins and pufflings, (see pictures) there were a large number of nesting shags with their (near-fledgling) young. A walk along the length of the island passed the abandoned settlement (Lunga was inhabited until the 1850s), the high point of the island and dramatic rock formations on the West side.
Dinner time
Adult shag keeping a close eye on us near the youngsters
A circus of puffins
Still fluffy baby shag
Very exciting spotting of a puffling (yes, that is the technical name) outside the nest
Exploring the coastline of Lunga
From Lunga we motored South towards Staffa, of Fingal's Cave fame. As we approached we were pleased to see that the unusually calm conditions made getting ashore practical. However, the somewhat tenuous anchorage meant Marcus stayed behind leaving Hazel to embark on the rather epic dinghy driving required to get ashore. The slightest swell breaks alarmingly on the rocky shore making the landing somewhat entertaining - it's not somewhere we would brave landing our tiny dinghy in anything other than mirror calm conditions. Hektor and Henry were blithely unaware of the challenges and the geology was sufficiently dramatic to capture their attention for the short walk along the coast and into the cave - an incredible sight.
Seabird feeding frenzy off Staffa
Intimidating boat landing on Staffa
Fingal's Cave
From Staffa we continued South to anchor off the North coast of Iona, close to an impossibly beautiful beach, Traigh an t-Suidhe. Again, we benefited from the very settled, calm weather which enabled more adventurous overnight anchoring options.
Hektor persuaded us that a late night adventure ashore would be a good use of time so we had a fun time practicing dinghy surf drills to get ashore and explore in the late evening light. The beach promised much fun the following day and Hektor was full of plans for further exploration (and more digging).
Sadly overnight Henry got sick with an unknown stomach bug which rather knocked him out of action but he was incredibly stoic in coming ashore to get some sleep on the beach. Hektor pressed on with swimming, instructing Hazel on the right way to build a large sandcastle (then modifying it to look like it had been involved in a siege) and dam building. Anchored nearby was a (very) small french sailing boat (really a large dinghy); the couple onboard had sailed from La Rochelle and were exploring the West Coast for a few months.
Contour anchored off Iona
Evening stroll on Iona
We walked ashore into the settlement at Iona, the site of a famous Christian community, before inviting our French neighbours onboard for supper and extensive boat-related chatter! Their boat was designed for racing across the atlantic single handed; the space and facilities are accordingly limited. Whilst Hazel and I are both very happy to go without extensive luxuries, the spartan nature of their adventure and cramped accommodation was a lesson in what is really possible when you fully commit! Hazel is firm that crapping in a bucket for five months is unlikely to ever feature in our life plans....
Looks like the Bahamas, feels like 12 degrees
With more excellent weather the following morning further beach-related entertainment took place and Hazel ran round most of the island (whilst Dan and Marcus caught up on engine servicing). We weighed anchor in the afternoon to make the most of a decent breeze developing that would take us South East further around Mull towards Pullodobhrain. The Scottish weather reminded us it still had a few tricks up its' sleeve, with a torrential downpour and lightning storm keeping us on our toes.
The path wasn't quite as clear as it looked on the map....
Columba's Bay
As we approached Pullodobhrain around sunset, we realised the wind direction would enable us to anchor in the small sound between Clachan and Easdale Island, one of the Slate islands and renowned as the site of the annual stone-skimming world championships (I think it is usually on Sky Sports......!). Even better, there was a visitor mooring available so we had a quiet evening tucked in this sheltered spot.
Looking past Easdale Island up the sound towards Mull
Exploring the streets of Ellenabeich
Henry and Hektor
Electronic entertainment
Having explored the island thoroughly, Hektor and Henry got into the spirit of stone-skimming, for which the huge flooded slate quarries are ideally suited. We enjoyed a great lunch in the island cafe and returned to Contour. Moored next to us was a large French cruising catamaran which, in terms of speed, luxury, and space was as far removed from Contour as we had been from the racing dinghy anchored next to us on the beach. The owners blithely talked about cruising at 10 knots in 8 knots of wind, how their induction electric hob used a lot of solar power, and the difficulties of finding space in marinas......Boat technology has certainly moved on a long way, if you can afford it! I'm not sure it's a direction we'll be going any time soon, both from an aesthetic and financial point of view.
Henry helming on a brisk reach
For our last night we anchored off Pullodobhrain, a popular spot about 7 miles South of Oban. With Henry fully recovered, a good meal ashore next to the 'Bridge over the Atlantic' was followed the next morning by extensive dinghy driving / exploring by Hektor and Henry, who interpreted the 'stay in sight' guidance somewhat loosely but did a great job of getting themselves ashore and back without drowning.
From Pullodobhrain we enjoyed a gentle sail North to return to Kerrera, Contour's new base for the next few years and the last sailing passage of our sabbatical. Dan skilfully helmed up the sound on a tricky reach with all sails set, and we found the usual amazingly warm Kerrera welcome from Gill, Tim, and their team. Hazel had been co-opted by Hektor to take him South, whilst Marcus cracked on with a month's worth of laundry and boat cleaning as we started to think about the logistics of the end of our adventure, travelling back South, moving house and going back to work......
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