MAGICAL MULL

For too long I have sailed through the Western Isles of Scotland on my way to somewhere north. Last season I tarried amongst them, re-living delights of earlier years, bringing back memories and making me wonder why I had spent so long away.

Any sailor cruising in these waters will have tales to tell: headwinds, no winds, a sense of entering a magical world of islands and anchorages. How many, I wondered, took the time to explore Mull, the island a few miles north of Oban well within visual contact? In recent years I have pottered about Mull and maybe, just maybe, have got to know its ways and hidden places.

WEST INTO LOCH DON

For me, the starting point is Oban, ideal for crew arrivals with train, road and plane links. An overnight or two on the transit pontoon along the town’s seafront is convenient for loading stores and getting your boat ready for the days