Loch Na Keal, Isle of Mull (day 2)

There are not many days that start more perfect than today. This morning the sun was up early in a cloudless sky. The air warm and apart from distant birdsong, almost silent. And Angela felt a lot better. So all good. However, the forecast for tomorrow and the next few days is not good. Heavy rain, oh dear. We will have to make sure we are very organized in our very compact living space which we share with  the Boxio.

Today we decided to stay at the Loch. Why wouldn't we, it's beautiful here, and the driving on the island is so challenging it was good for John to take a day off. So this morning we walked along the shore to the left, spotting yet more oyster catchers nests and this afternoon we walked along the shore to the right, stopping to check on the raven sat on it's nest, unhappy at our presence.

On the beach John found his ultimate prize, the skull and antlers of a deer, albeit small, but antlers. Don't worry Marge, he won't be fixing them to your bull bar. Well hope fully not. When we return home they will take pride of place on John's shelf of curiosities. After lunch, a couple pulled up in a very smart Land Rover Discovery. Could they have a photograph? Of course, oh, not us. You guessed it the words out there's a celebrity on the island. From Skipton in Yorkshire, they invited us to call in if we were passing. How nice.

So a quiet, relaxing, productive day for us today. With the change in the weather, we made sure our washing was up to day. The wind whipped across the loch blowing our smalls like semaphore flags. Further along a Dutch couple were also drying washing. Goodness knows what messages we were sending to each other.

We will assess the weather situation in the morning. We are not far from Lochbuie and will probably return there. It is just so peaceful here on Mull, we can't describe it. We're not ready to leave just yet, as it seems are many others. Everyday vehicles pass by we have seen at another location in the last few days. Another fire on the beach tonight, probably our last for a while. The message our smoke signals will be sending is, please don't rain too much.

Loch Na Keal, Isle of Mull

What a beautiful evening yesterday. The sunniest and warmest so far. Next to us on the camping area were a young couple in a VW Transporter hire van. Not just the young couple, but a baby and toddler as well. At seven o' clock, the trials and tribulations of putting young children to bed began. We laughed a little at the shenanigans remembering with fondness those bygone days. The excuse, 'it's not dark yet' still applies, and made us laugh. Just before ten when we retired all was quiet. Good luck tomorrow night parents, when you have to go through it all once again.

This morning another beautiful start to the day. Barely a wisp of cloud in the baby blue sky. Mid morning two Australian registered vehicles pulled in unaware that it was not a parking area. Unloaded from the vehicle three labradors, chairs and parasols. The dogs left to wander while us and the other campers all watched thinking the same thought. Will they or won't they pick up? After a while they did. For goodness sake people.

Today we decided to drive to Tobermory, called a village here, but to us it's the big town. The drive over the hills was once again challenging. Nothing new there then. And of course it was during that moment we received a telephone call. House viewing at the weekend? Couldn't say no to that could we. We're desperate to sell.

Tobermory is beautiful, more so in the light of the afternoon sun. We did a 'big shop' at the little Co-Op and used the showers at the marina. Two pounds for seven minutes of blissful hot water. 

Just before Salen we saw the hulks of three fishing boats.

The weather today has been stunning and we decided to head back over to nearby Loch Na Keal for another night. The oyster catchers nest still has three eggs in it, but the plovers only has three instead of four. Sadly it looks like someone has taken one. Once again we will cook on the shore whilst enjoying the extraordinary views. 

Calgary Bay, Isle of Mull

This morning a low slung mist topped the mountains. The mirror smooth waters of the loch reflected the panorama that surrounded them. Even the sheep were quiet, mesmerized. Then the moment was gone. The calling of the birds woke the day. On the shore the oyster catcher and plover sat on their nests. What a perfect start to a new day, and what a contrast to early morning yesterday on the Fidden Farm Campsite. Queues for the loo, jostling at the wash hand basins where morning regimes of applying 'ones' moisture correctly were taking place. 'Just slap it on love'. 

Our morning regime is far more relaxed. What a fantastic product the Boxio compost loo has turned out to be. Known to us now as 'the boxio', like an old friend Angela loves it. Easy to use and clean.

Grocery shops on the island are few and far between and also expensive. In need of a few items we diverted to Salen. Keeping Mull supplied with supplies is vital, and two days ago a couple we met had had to their ferry from Oban cancelled because space was needed for the lorry's. 

Today we wanted to visit the waterfall on the road to Calgary Bay. We'd made sandwiches which we ate by the fall. A couple called across to us apologizing for disturbing our lunch, but perhaps the presence of four golden eagles, one sat on a pole near us, could excuse their interruption.

The drive onwards to Calgary Bay was challenging. Steep, narrow with blind summits and switchback bends and oncoming vehicles thrown into panic as they saw us approaching. The views was lovely though.

Late afternoon we sited Muddy Marge in the corner of the small free camping area, with public loos opposite. Looks like the boxio might receive some respite. Walked out across the beach and sat a while in the warm sun. Back at the site we lent our tick removing card to a French cyclist who we think we may see again when we reach the outer Hebrides, as his trip takes him from Mull to Barra to the Uists and then onto Harris and Lewis. That's some cycling trip. We however will be staying on Mull a while longer now. It's so peaceful, everyone is friendly, the flora fauna and wildlife so amazing that we're just not ready to leave just yet.

Loch Na Keal, Isle of Mull

Late yesterday evening we joined the other campers to watch a peach of a sun lower in the sky. At the same time the wind direction swung to the north. Coats on everyone.

This morning the cold wind continued. Cooking outside was a challenge for John. But omelettes have to be made. 

Before packing up a young couple from New Zealand stopped to take a look at our set up. Awesome, did you hear that Muddy Marge, you're starting to become the centre of attention, which is fine except when we want to be on your way. A second couple from South Africa also wanted to give her the once over. The man all over her like a rash. We can see we are going to have to accept this attention will probably continue wherever we travel. Finally ready to set off we gave the South Africans a Muddy Marge car, (yes she has cards), so they could follow our blog.

Today we intended to visit some waterfalls. But driving on Mull is a long slow process, which goes with the territory.

There is of course photographs to take, and spotting a pretty stone bridge we knew it was one for the album.

Early afternoon we arrived at Loch Na Keal realising we'd parked up here overnight on our last visit to the island. We found the same spot, settled in and then took a walk out, spotting a ravens nest on a ledge amongst the boulders.

There'd be no visit to the waterfalls today. Oh well there's always tomorrow.

Tonight we spoke to another camper who showed us the nests of an Oyster Catcher (3 eggs), and a Plover (4 eggs). These are on the beach right in front of the vans, so we will now keep off the beach.

Yes Angela was cold, and wearing quite a few layers, she had not had a few Weetabix as her son suggested :)

Fidden Farm Campsite, Isle of Mull

What a beautiful stopover Uisken beach was. Could it be bettered? The morning metallic blue sky hung high above the grey green rocks that sat just off the shore. A group of kayakers glided silently by, the boats of red and orange barely causing a ripple in the water. Idyllic.

Today we would drive to Fidden Farm Campsite just a few miles away. A few miles away doesn't mean a few minutes away here on Mull. We arrived at lunchtime to find a busy site, but Muddy Marge being very capable she negotiated her way into a spot the other vans wouldn't try to access. Our neighbours are a nice couple from Yorkshire. Live in a town house as we do. Are selling up because of a neighbour's noisy dog. It's not just us then.

The views from our pitch are amazing, yes even better than Uisken beach. After us and our washing was clean we took a stroll on the beach and up the nearby lane. Everywhere there are iris's waiting to burst forth. A few yellow blooms are visible, but within the next week or so the area will be a riot of colour and look beautiful no doubt.

It is now a week since we left home, so tonight to mark the occasion we treated ourselves to delicious vegetable pizzas with pesto from the visiting pizza van. Angela is feeling a little better today, or she was until she discovered in the shower she had a tick embedded in her chest. Expertly removed by John with our tick remover hopefully all will be well. 

Good weather is forecast again tomorrow when we will drive around the coast towards Tobermory.

Uisken Beach, Isle of Mull

Let us tell you about our day. After a uncomfortable night Angela was struggling to breath this morning, so after seeking advice at the cafe where best to receive medical attention, we set of to nearby Craignure to the hospital. Half an hour after arriving she'd been issued with antibiotics and inhaler. 

Now on our way along the coast we decided to carry on to a small camping area overlooking Uisken beach. Ten pounds placed in the honesty box, and half a dozen eggs also bought we settled in.

Our route here took us through the mountains, moody in the grey light cast on them from the low cloud. A group of people gathered at the side of the road with binoculars strung around their necks and spotting scopes set up piqued our interest, so we parked up. High in the sky soared a pair of majestic golden eagles. One of them returned to the nest and we were able to observe it through one of the spotting scopes. 

This evening we will once again cook on the beach. John is in his element, living the dream. He has his axe, his wood, his fire. Unlike Lochbuie there are only three of us here, just how we like it.

The island of Iona is close by and tomorrow we will move to the campsite near to it. Angela has been told no climbing mountains for a few days, so we'll just enjoy some gentle strolls along the beautiful beaches, collecting firewood now doubt.

We sat on a bench to take a selfie on a bench set up to commemorate Peter & Binkie Norris who camped on this very beach from 1966 to 2016. We feel something in common with them, though our adventures cover a wider area. Selfie taken, we forwarded it as requested to Leo Norris, whom we could only assume was their son. Soon after a thankyou email was returned informing us we had been added to a file of 100's of others whom had sent a photo of themselves on the bench.