Onwards to Tobermory....

The views from Brown Eyes that morning.

The anchorage I had chosen for the night proved not to be as sheltered I as thought. I had a restless night as Brown Eyes continuously tugged against the anchor chain as the wind pushed against her high hull.  I got up several times during the night to check we hadn’t dragged the anchor and I’m pleased to say we held fast.

Todays passage was fairly straight forward, heading up the Sound of Mull.

Lighthouse of the day.

Complete with cannons!

Scotland have their own Navy??

Safely at Tobermory.