Today Jojac is in Loch Aline (pronounced as Alan), where the beach is pure white sand just like a tropical paradise. The water still has the deep peaty brown colour though so you don't quite get the Indian Ocean effect. It's not very warm either. Nonetheless, very pretty.

The sand is pure silica - one of the purest sources in the world, apparently - and is mined from under the hills and exported by sea. The mine was developed in WW2 as the silica was needed for high quality glass for periscopes and bomb sights. It had previously come from Belgium until old Adolf intervened. Not content with putting his towels on the beach, he wanted the sand as well. Typical Hun trick, as my role model Captain Mainwaring would say.

The road to the village (one pub, one shop and a restaurant which looked good but was fully booked for months ahead) goes through the mine which is quite interesting.

It was a very short passage from Tobermory, just 14 miles, but I had the wind in the right direction (just abaft the beam) and strength (top end of a force 6 some of the time) so for the first time on this trip actually managed to sail fast in the direction I wanted to go. 7 knots at times. Today there's little wind so it will an engine trip over to Dunstaffnage - also a short trip, about 16 miles.From there it's a bus to Oban (3 miles) and hire car to Glasgow to collect Janet from the airoprt.

Before I left Tobermory I changed my mind about my next boat. This one has sails too. The owner wasn't aboard but I learnt from his crew that his last boat was a Fisher, so there is hope for me yet.

And if we were to get a dog, it would have to be like this:

Hands up if you let out a big "Aaaaaah" at this point.

 And finally, Thomson Cruises were in Tobermory as I left. The grockles were streaming ashore via the ship's boats, ready to see the sights of Mull in their air conditioned coaches. Amazingly, given the rain and wind, most had no coats, nor even umbrellas, etc., so I guess they weren't planning to get out and actually feel the place.