Sailing further into the Firth headed for Lossiemouth only 20 nm away, we kept close to the beautifull coastline. Lush green hills are alternating with the sharp edges of cliffs. Here too one can see the workings of wind and water. The entrance to Lossiemouth is just as narrow as that into Whitehills, and it likewise requires a sharp 90° turn into the inner harbour, which gives utmost protection agaist the sea. 
We explored this small former  fishing port and, having fancy for a beer, we headed for a local pub. Here we got a first impression of how friendly and eager to socialize the Scots are. Three young men had a seat at our table and inquired where we were from and they wanted to hear the story of our trip. But they also told us about life in this part of Scotland. About the decline of the fishing industry, which can no longer provide for a living. But still men set out to sea to fish all year round,  still causing fatal incidents, one of which had occured only last winter claiming the life of three. And they told us about their life on the offshore oil riggs. Three weeks working in 12 hour shifts and three weeks off duty. As it was the day of commemorating the desasterous explosion on Piper Alfa exactly 35 years ago they told us, that the first emergency call notifying of the unfolding catastrophe, had been received at the Search and Rescue Station at Lossiemouth.