Mallaig

A fine blowy day, though sometimes it was a bit too straight up the chuff for enjoyment. High points, sailing under the Skye Bridge, blowing down Kyle Rhea at 8kts with the tide, fantastic sunshine and shadows at Glenelg, and the mountains behind Knoydart.
And then into the metropolis that is Mallaig (harbour entrance above with Rum behind). A Guardian! And excellent fish and chips sitting on the back of the boat. And a pint up at the Steam Packet. And then Suarez ruined it all.