The intermittent drizzle keep going all day and the only excitement in the afternoon was when the depth gauge went to zero. We thought it might be the Loch Ness monster shadowing us, but it was more likely to have been the very deep waters (over 200 meters) confusing the gauge.
After more views of the hills and a bit of motor sailing we pass by the small pepper-pot light house (the smallest in the country) at the end of the loch and moor up on the pontoon for the night ahead of the locks at Fort Augustus.
After walking around the town and exploring we eating in the pub and turn in early.
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