We moored alongside the pontoon, and sought out the harbour master for fuel. He apparently had done a runner taking the computers with him. The retired harbour master sorted us out, but we had to become a fishing boat as he couldn't print out the tax form for yachts. I didn't tell him my fishing rod was handed over to Matthew in Plymouth.
Gairloch is only a few miles south of Loch Ewe which is where the war time convoys to Russia gathered before heading off towards Norway's North Cape. Today the veterans of the convoys were honoured with a medal, presented on the bank of Loch Ewe. The veterans are staying in the Gairloch hotel and about 45 had made it here.
We walked into the main village and stopped for lunch in a shoreside pub, with palm trees. We then walked back along the golden sand beach to the pier and returned to Badachro.
We enjoyed the wood pigeon with Black pudding starter followed by Scottish lamb Shank in the Badachro Inn.
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