John was greeted first thing by one of the resident Chaffinches turning up looking for breakfast.
We were very disappointed this morning, not because it was raining, we've got passed that, but because our folding bucket sprung a leak. We bought it from Aldi for £4.99 before we left and now it's let us down. Our previous folding bucket from Go Outdoors at a cost of £8.00 lasted five years. Well there you go. Buy cheap, buy twice. Sitting out the weather we made use of the time to book a ferry from Mull back to the mainland. The CalMac website isn't the best and it took ages. Finally after much persistence we secured a place on tomorrow lunchtimes sailing to Oban.
Late in the afternoon the sky still darkened by threatening clouds and the water in the loch the colour of oil, we walked out to the nearby stone circle, passing through a field of 'not so friendly sheep', their large horns, like Sue Pollard's glasses made us feel a little uneasy, particularly when they fixed us in their gaze.
More friendly were nine fallow dear who'd found their way into the field in front of Lochbuie house. This would be our last walk out here, in fact our last walk out on Mull this visit. Angela felt a little sad, but knew we would return to this beautiful, tranquil, peaceful island again, and that Lochbuie and Tobermory would be waiting to welcome us.
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