As it was dead calm, we had breakfast underway, David producing copious amounts of porridge from the galley.
We set the autohelm and unfurled the genoa, but the engine purring down below did most of the work.
Seven hours later, we kept clear of the Isle of Lewis ferry as she departed and made our way up to the marina.
Having moored up, we refuelled and paid our dues. The light rain started to fall.
The Thai meal in Stornoway was excellent.
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