Lochbuie, Isle of Mull

The rain fell continuously through the night, and Angela coughed continuously through the night. It is now apparent that she has a chest infection. Plenty of fluids (no, not wine), and paracetamol.

It was late morning before we set off, having enjoyed very much The Red Squirrel Campsite. As we drove along the single track road down to the nearby village the mountains emerged from from behind their cloaks of grey, and a watery sunlight lit the road.

We were on our way. Leaving behind the whisky drinking Scottish men who full of merriment last night, sat miserably in their camp chairs this morning. Their slogan last night, I'd rather die happy' Well there you go.

A short ferry crossing took us to the Ardurmuchan peninsula. We just love it there and will spend some days at nearby Ardtoe after we leave Mull.

A narrow single track road wound it's way across the heath lands and hills. It really was a case of taking the slow road. To add to the twists and turns, sheep lingered on the verges, and snow white lambs skittish at our approach darted about. At Lochaline we boarded the afternoon ferry to the island of Mull, now we felt our holiday was really beginning.

Our destination was Lochbuie, where at the end of a challenging narrow road their is a small camping area near to the cafe. We stayed here in 2022 and vowed we would definitely return. This time being in the landrover, we've been able to secure a park up near to the cafe right by the shoreline. Muddy Marge as always is attracting attention of the male variety. What's she like!

Another wet evening, but thanks to our bat wing awning we were able to cook and sit outside. Late evening a pair of inquisitive seals came close by, and in the nearby woodland a cuckoo called. Perfect.