After a wonderfully peaceful night on the buoy in Acairseid Mhor, I slipped the mooring at 10:30 and headed for Portree, the capital of Skye. Apparently the name comes from Port-an-Righ meaning "Port of the King", so named when James V landed there in 1540.

There was no wind, so I motored the whole way - once again following the same boat I'd followed into Acairseid Mhor the night before. In Portree I easily found a visitor's buoy and moored up.

The day got wetter and more humid, but eventually in a clear spell I went ashore in the dinghy. On the landing pontoon, a local was most interested in my electric outboard, and I was happy to extol its virtues. In return, he told me where the Co-Op was, and helped me find the honesty box for my £10 overnight mooring fee - cheapest yet.

I got what I needed in the Co-Op (bread, milk and the like) and walked around the village. Frankly, I was underwhelmed. Perhaps it was the 100% humidity, perhaps the traffic, perhaps the number of tourist photographers, but after I'd got a picture of two, I was glad to head back aboard before the rain got too heavy again.

The mooring was not entirely peaceful. The fishing boats went full speed on the straightest line to their mooring with no regard for other vessels. The young man operating the safety boat for the dinghy sailing school was probably the biggest danger to the trainees! Perhaps the weather just made me grouchy, but I really wished I stayed a second night in Acairseid Mhor.

And so to bed!

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