From Dunstaffnage to Craigh

Our oil leak turned out to be the newly changed oil filter, not quite tight enough.
Now it is.

Departure, 11:30 into the wind, mist and thickening fog. Quite a bit of close navigating of riptides and falls in the narrow, shallow passages. We run them at a 9kn. gait, and arrive at Craigh (that's pronounced, Croove!) at 16:30. The place names may look a bit forbidding, but just treat it like French: ignore most of the letters and pronounce the words like the natives.

Nice marina, nice pub.