Not entirely without incident. The ignition switch refused to move to start the engine. So a fellow boater towed me from the boat hoist to a berth, rowing in his dinghy in the flat calm and sunshine.
With switch removed and a liberal dose of WD40 I got it working.
A trip into town to buy a hat & a razor and some more provisions.
I had barely returned to the boat when David H texted saying he would be arriving in Oban at 17:30, which meant I would need to catch the next ferry back to Oban. Just enough time for a nap. Shortly after assuming the head to pillow position the VHF DSC alarm went off, which is loud and persistent. Gales Force 8 & 9 soon.
I met David in the car park, loaded down with French cheese, wine, pate and ham.
We found a restaurant for a quick fishy dinner and headed towards the Oban concert hall to watch the '69th Fiddler's Rally'. An orchestra of fifty fiddlers with other instruments. They had come from all over Scotland and the Isles to play together as they have done for the last 69 years. Most of them looked like they had played at the first rally, but there was also some youngsters. They played lively jigs and reels, as well as waltz and airs. David was so impressed he bought the CD.
There were a couple of vocal soloists singing Gaelic songs. When they were introduced the compare had said 'you will all know the chorus' and the rest of large audience certainly did, joining in all around us.
The last ferry back to the marina was a wet & wild roller coaster of a trip. As the ferry man said 'you've had the best of the summer this morning'.
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