The Mull of Kintyre on a misty day is a sombre and imposing place. Ahead lay Rubha na Lice and South Point...
...behind us lay headland after headland with their tops disappearing into the mist.
The first sign of the hand of man was a series of power pylons leading to the south foghorn.
The tide was now carrying us north at 13km/hr (an hour after slack water) and at last the Mull itself emerged from the mist.
We knew we had arrived when we spotted "the Dug's lugs", the rock below the the lighthouse, with the sticky up ears. We didn't savour the location for long, the tides whisked us away to the north but it would be another 15km till we would be able to land...
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