Wrath of Mull

Long uphill slog from Tobermory to Bunessan in majestic conditions...

Tobermory was still thick with the funk of ‘dreich’ as we awoke this morning onboard the mighty ‘White Lightning’ sat at dock and itching to go out for more. Down below we had dried as much as we could and it was a quiet night, most of us sound asleep the moment our heads hit the pillow. The annual Round Mull Yacht Race is more of a marathon than a sprint and all eyes were on the weather forecast that suggested 25 knots and delivered perhaps a touch more. But even more important was the sea state and what lay before us around the Ardmore Point headland at the northerly tip of the Isle of Mull.