Sailors are a bit like farmers.  We''re always moaning about the weather.

 We left Campbeltown on Sunday and had a long motor in no wind around the infamous Mull of Kintyre - above - (Infamous if only for being the worst song Paul McCartney ever wrote). But we got to Gigha - a pleasant little island west of Kintyre. Then on to Craighouse in Jura (no wind again). Jura is a large island - maybe half of the Isle of Wight - with a population of 188.  We were on a mooring, and there was a shop and a hotel, but no mobile phone or wireless or showers.  The people were very friendly and welcoming, the countryside however is harsh and the walking dificult. With 188 people, surely they could build some decent paths? And then there are the Paps (not pictured due to limitations on explicit material in Google Blogs).  Steep, scree covered and very inhospitable. We got some of the way up - but I've definitely seen nicer paps!

Oh yes, the weather.  It started to blow. Hard.  From the wrong direction.  We waited a day for it to improve, but it blew harder.  And the forecast was harder still.  So we had a very strenuous morning sail today in a near gale northwards to a little marina 15 miles south of Oban. We passed within spitting distance (for good spitters) of the famous whirlpool of Corryvreckan but managed to avoid it.  And we now have showers, wireless and phones - all a bit iffy but better than nothing.

All this means that we had to miss our planned stop in Oronsay (population 5) but that's cruising,  We're more or less on schedule, but still at the mercy of theweather!