Whitehills, Lossie and Inverness.

We did eventually manage to leave Peterhead and hang a left around Ratray Head.  We had a fair wind but not a lot of it so we had to help the sails a bit with the thumper but hey.


We made Whitehills and had some nice food in their fish shop cafe and the following day spent many hours in the hotel bar watching the British Grand Prix and the tennis final.  I consumed many many beers and had a jolly time apparently.  We were parked up next to a Fisher Northeaster and they too were in the bar.

The next wee jolly was to be Lossiemouth and we had a bumpy time of it with the wind over the tide and no a hint of sailing.
 

Tying up in the west dock we ventured out to find the Chinese and found no less than eight various takeaways.  The next day we found the pub and had a wee dram in the sunshine before retiring to bed early like.



The dogleg entrance is easy enough but I doubt if Tutak could have done the 180 turn into the east dock with out making a fuss.

Tornados abounded and vast sums of taxpayers money was spent with the fly boys making big noise, lovely jubley. 
 

Lossie to Inverness was due to be on the nose again but at least the further west we got the calmer it would be or have been or am I mixing my tenses here.

We did spy a couple of whaley dolphinny thingies around the turn by the fort but the sea has been pretty quiet this year.

  
The entrance to the marina is a simple turn from the river Ness with a couple of mud banks to be aware of.
 

Having already made it under the Kessock bridge of course.
 

Inverness marina is a fair hike from the town through the industrial estate.  Those orange ended tubes are turbine towers with the blades in dedicated racks, top right.
 

So perhaps not as nice as the Seaport marina in the canal itself.  But as I hadn't yet decided on what I was going to be doing chose the former.

Anyway Pete was itching to get back home so we packed him off on a bus to Edinburgh to connect with the flight south.  I had a day to spruce up Tutak before the replacement steward arrived.  In the interim we moved into the Calley canal having made the executive descision to cut the corner.  We hadn't made as many miles as I had expected and there were many more to do so a nice trip through the Calley would go down a treat.