Descending the locks at Muirtown, we could see in the far distance, guarding the entrance to the upper part of the mouth of the Moray Firth, the walls of Fort George extending out into the blue water.  On reaching the ocean level, we at once made sail, standing for Inverness.  By the time we dropped our anchor it was dark, so that we did not go on shore until the following morning.  We then took a ramble round the town.