Glorious new vistas opened before us as we sailed up Loch Ness.
It was surprisingly cold and lumpy.
Who says there are no monsters?
Unfortunately Rosemary couldn't bring her double bass, so Adrian made one for her. The mast room makes an effective soundboard, but it could take a while to get used to the tuning...
Lucy and Adrian sing us a miserable song.
This one is evidently more cheerful.
Bob is a fine storyteller.
We climbed the staircase of locks at picturesque Fort Augustus, where the residents kindly put on a ceilidh for us.
Some of us went exploring ashore.
The swallows nesting under the pontoons did a fine job of gobbling up midges.
Moondance was still in impressive shape after three months at sea.
Freshly rescued from the murky depths of the canal, the bike came in very useful for gathering wild raspberries.
The highest part of the canal is only about 34 metres above sea level, but feels much higher.
Some canal users chose less conventional means of transport.
Sunny Loch Oich...
complete with ruined castle.
Whatever Adrian was doing to Lucy...
she obviously didn't mind all that much!
Snowy Ben Nevis loomed majestically ahead of us as we crossed Loch Lochy.
We persisted in sailing, despite incredibly fluky winds...
while 'flying saucer' clouds formed astern.
