We woke up off Oban. After Pilates we went ashore, a great swell!!, and explored Oban: David´s grandmother, Lizzie Proctor, had been born in the Manse, Oban, in 1880, her father, William Proctor, the wee free minister of a UP church. from 1877 to 1884 . We enquired in the tourist office and set off with their suggestions, eventually deciding the answer might lie in the library. So we visited that and then found the church, now a fishing equipment  shop!. The assistant there looked up the name of the road of an Old Manse B & B and we made our way there: still no luck but we then asked a lady at a Bowling Green and she knew it. It had recently been sold and was no longer a B&B. There was no real entrance, nor name, from the roadside, so we wandered down into the garden and there was 'The Old Manse'" engraved in the glass above the front door. Nobody at home so we took photos and exited by another gate at a lower level. A rewarding 3 hours, and Oban was a pleasant town which grew up around the distillery, founded there in 1794. The ship bought several bottles of its whiskey for passengers to taste aboard ship

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A rough ride back to the ship, a late lunch on deck, Trivia ( with Herman, Mike, Anne & B K) , a walk round the deck before a drink in the Panorama lounge, Recap & Briefing, canapes ( after the TV had gone wrong again and deleted all our bookings!), dinner in Hot Rocks and a long chat with Raphael

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The ship then turned round , sailing NW to have another go at St Kilda