After a restful night, apart from the odd guillimot flopping onto the deck above, we climbed the ladder to step ashore for our morning perambulation. Back aboard we readied the lines and chatted to the crew of the yacht next to us who had decided that they would have to head back to Northern Ireland that day as they had finally drunk the boat, and Portpatrick, dry.
We headed north up the Rhins of Galloway into the dying swell of the last few days. Ailsa Craig quickly hove into view as we passed the entrance to Loch Ryan with its fast passenger ferries coming to and fro. It was good to see the rock blanketed in Gannets which appeared to be making a good receovery from the avian flu hit of the last couple of years.
Entering the Firth of Clyde, the Waverley crossed our path and we made for Lamlash on a fair tide. We picked up a large yellow mooring buoy on the outer visitor trot and phoned the Holy Isle ferryman to confirm if it was indeed a visitor mooring with the reply of "If it's free take it".
Sulaire secure we went ashore and grabbed dinner in the Pier Head Tavern after walking the 3rd mate. Back aboard Sulaire I noted that we were swinging a lot more than the two moorings adjacent to us - one a French catamaran and the other a dutch sloop. Waking the next mooring the Frenchies had left and I could see why as I looked down at their mooring buoy next to our stern.
Last day of the return passage from Scilly tomorrow...
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