Lochbuie, Isle of Mull (Day 3)

Today is to be our our last sunny, warm day for a while. So before walking out, clothes washing needed to be done. And quite a lot of it! After a couple of hours, using our folding bucket and folding bowl, (a combination we like to call our camping twin tub), Marge's winch bar as a wringer and the sun and wind as our dryer it was time to head out. The path up through the little campsite here takes you somewhere a little more remote. 

The terrain, rocky and boggy. But never the less the views are beautiful. Before the path becomes more difficult you stumble upon a derelict farmhouse, stuck in the passage of time.

We've been here before, and noticed how much the building had deteriorated in the two years since our last visit. Despite its remoteness, and exposure to the dramatic winter weather it was probably a lovely place to live. Towering behind, the mountains, above which we saw three white tailed eagles circling. Despite their size, they looked graceful as they enjoyed the thermals before soaring over the mountain and out of sight. Today has been an 'S' day. Sunshine, Sunglasses, Sunhats, Sandals and Samosas, our lunchtime snack.

Tomorrow the weather will change sadly. So probably no more skinny dipping for the couple who didn't expect us to walk around the corner this afternoon. We've never seen anyone dress do quickly! Today has been another delightful day.

The sheep have come to trust us, and this morning when the young lady came along to feed them supplements we laughed when a pheasant and roe deer joined in the scrum. It's moments like this that make Mull so magical.

Lochbuie, Isle of Mull (Day 2)

Lochbuie is Angela's favourite place on Mull.

We have stayed here many times now. It's two years since our last visit, and everywhere just looks the same. Tranquil landscape, beautiful coastline, fallow deer, otters and sea eagles. And still just five pounds a night to stay near to the Old Post Office tearoom with toilet open twenty four hours. Even the English man whose still in the progress of building his house nearby recognised us, and stopped for a chat this evening.

This morning a herd of cows were led down the beach in front of John whilst he sat eating his breakfast!

This morning we walked out, stopping at Moy Castle, stronghold of Clan Maclaine of Lochbuie. Then onto Laggan sands where the highland cattle basked in the warm sunshine. The calves sleepy eyed eyed us suspiciously.

Up amongst the trees stands the former chapel converted to a mausoleum for the Maclaine family. Today popular with visitors. The views from it were amazing. Shimmering seas, striking mountains and in the distance the islands of Colonisay and Jura.

And for John a special day. Angela saw a deer antler on the ground, which now adorns the landrovers winch bar. Back at the tearoom Muddy Marge nestled under the trees. We nestled under the warm afternoon sky. We can't remember the last time we just sat like this. In a few days the weather is due to change. Well it would, this is Scotland. Wet weather clothing is always ready to hand. For now we'll make the most of these long warm sunny days and evenings mild enough to sit out.

Lochbuie, Isle of Mull

After spending three relaxing nights at Loch na Keal it was time to move on. Mull is only a small island, but because many of the roads are single track with passing places, it takes an age to go anywhere. Tobermory was our destination, there hot showers for two pounds awaited us at the marina. A shop at the tiny Co-op, costing three times our Aldi shop, saw us stocked up for three days, and lunch at the excellent fish & chips shop in the High Street satiated our appetite.

Browns, a shop that sells everything, provided us with new binoculars, as Angela had forgotten ours, and you can't come all the way to Scotland and not be able to see the wildlife up close. We love Tobermory. It's a picture postcard of a place that always delivers.

The day was passing quickly, so it was 'tioraidh', (Gaelic for cheerio), and we were on our way to one of our favourite places on the island, Lochbuie, where we will probably stay for three nights.

Also here, a lady and her son who were at Loch na Keal, and a couple we met on our first night in Scotland at the Corner Campsite in Dumfries. That's Scotland for you, you always meet fellow travellers along the way. As the evening cools after another beautiful bright day Muddy Marge, nestled under the trees prepares to rest a while. So far she's been a reliable old girl, perhaps best not let her hear that, don't want to tempt fate!

Loch na Keal, Isle of Mull (Day 3)

The Isle of Mull is another world. Here you feel detached from the real world. Sometimes we all just need a moment. And here is the perfect place to do just that. Guess who visited us at breakfast this morning,? Olly the otter. Named by Angela. Looks like we may have won the otter jackpot here. The cloud slung low over the mountains and with the light low, we could easily see the otter gliding through the water. These animals are so graceful, and mesmerising. What a moment, just us, the otter and the oyster catchers whose familiar call we can hear day and night. We had no plans today to leave this beautiful location. Stunning views and easy walks will keep us entertained. We have everything we need, why wouldn't we linger a while.

The sheep with their playful lambs, the nests on the pebbles from the oyster catchers and ringed plovers, and various other small birds flirting about gathering discarded sheeps wool for their nests.

Angela will tell you, she even has a 'loo with a view'.

Sadly though not everybody appreciates this beautiful spot. Some people camping a little further down the loch left this morning after just one night here.

The fire pit they built contained blackened drinks cans, a pair of socks, a piece of cutlery and about half a loaf of white bread. It makes our blood boil to see people behave like this. Tomorrow we will drive to the 'big' town of Tobermory to use the showers at the marina and pick up a few groceries, and in the evening probably return back here. Why not? Just us, the birds, the sheep, and the loo with a view!

Loch na Keal, Isle of Mull (Day 2)

Mull. There's no place like it. It never disappoints. This morning cool with a cold wind, but the views were glorious. A passing farmer stopped his landrover on the road near us to give Muddy Marge an admiring glance, and us a friendly wave. After four days of travel to arrive here we decided today would be a chill day, so we walked along the shore line, where after just a few metres John spotted two otters feeding.

For a video of one of the otters feeding go to our new YouTube muddymarge channel here:

https://youtube.com/@muddymarge

Wow! What a treat, and right near to where we were parked, hopefully they will return again whilst we're here. We were made up! This area by the loch is always fairly quiet. There are just two other vans here with us, barely any passing traffic, a few cyclists and a pair of kayakers.

Oyster catchers, ringed plovers, cormorants, sheep and lambs are our entertainment. As the weather warmed this afternoon, and the few visitors departed the only sound was of the waters of the loch as the tide crept up onto the stones. Bliss. Time now to fire up the grill for our evening meal, before witnessing yet another stunning sunset.