This was always going to be a slog, navigating up a narrow sea loch, and with zero wind in 27C it certainly was. Setting off was delayed an hour due to a dense fog which took a few hours to clear. Our faithful old (45 this year!) Thornycroft rumbled away under the cockpit sole while we sweltered under "full bimini mode" with the cockpit cover up and 3 sides rolled away. The Minard Narrows were really the only highlight featuring a splendid castle and some interesting tidal streams which Sam, the Ancient Autohelm, took in his stride. Arriving at Inveraray we found a row of large, bright orange buoys which might have been (turned out to be) unmarked visitors' moorings. We anchored, as advised by the pilot book, between the pierhead and the river in 10m.
Ashore we were disappointed to find both Inveraray Castle and Ocho's, our favourite restaurant, were closed so we settled for a beer at the Inveraray Inn and a visit to the Co-Op for some fresh supplies. Plans for an evening trip ashore were dropped when it became evident that the pier was unusable at low tide. We didn't fancy scrambling over mud and seaweed to go for dinner. So another quiet night at anchor (after the bikers had gone home) and some careful planning to take advantage of the tide tomorrow.

Inveraray or bust!

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