Lochbuie

Mid morning we joined the ferry queue. John bought Angela a hot chocolate at the 'catch a snack' cafe adjacent as we waited. He was impressed with the cafes extensive menu.

A man asked for a latte. Coffee's coffee in these parts, this is Lochaline not London.Today was all about a new adventure, we'd not been to Mull before. Exciting isn't it Marge.

The mist filled the loch which was a shame as we couldn't enjoy the view as we approached Fishnish Pier. 

Mull wasn't what Angela was expecting. The roads mostly newly resurfaced were really quiet. She'd expected it to be rammed with visitors. Mull is described as the lesser visited island alongside Skye, but prettier. As we drove the road along the coast this was certainly the case. Alongside Loch Spelve  a group of people gathered from a nearby small tour bus. An otter had been spotted. Out came the binoculours John bought Angela for her birthday.

Wow Marge, how about that our first sight of an otter. Unaware of the fuss it was causing it happily ate a fish, before cleaning itself. The people on the tour bus had paid for this moment and Marge had gate crashed it. Our onward jouney was narrow and a little tight in places, but Marge said, we've got this, no worries. 

We arrived at Loch Buie in time for a late lunch, bagging the last best spot with a stunning view across the loch. Camping here is just £5 a night. Pay at the Old Post Office cafe. Whilst Angela prepared lunch a couple came over to look at Marge. This was becoming a daily occurrence. Everyone fancies Marge. As soon as we arrived at Loch Buie we knew we would stay for the weekend. We'd been driving daily since last Thursday and this would be the perfect place for us and Marge to take a break. The internet signal is not good, but hey sometimes it's good to take time off from screens.

Mid afternoon we walked along the nearby footpath pass dark irregular volcanic rocks. On the beach the grey volcanic sand waited for the incoming tide. When we felt we'd walked long enough we sat a while. The only sound a nearby waterfall. The view across the loch was everchanging in the shifting light.

Amazed at how quiet Mull is, and how few people we'd seen since we arrived, we were not suprised to notice a single lady who'd stopped overnight alongside us at Lochaline also on the small site. She'd bought mussels earlier in the day of which half were spare. They are now in our fridge for tomorrows lunch. Early evening a band of rain passed across the loch. The couple next to us already had their awning out so we quickly whipped out ours. It was great, an extra room, ideal, we could still use our gas grill to cook our evening meal outside. Our neighbours have lit a fire, and between that and the rain we hope to keep the midges at bay, as they've been in biting mode these last few days.

Tomorrow we are hoping for an improving picture with the weather, and are looking forward to explaining more of this area. Meanwhile Marge take a rest and enjoy the view.