We decided to return to the mainland after being on Mull a week now. The ferries here book up really quickly, especially now we're in the main holiday season. We managed to secure a space for Marge on the ten o'clock sailing to Oban on Thursday. Once again today, the weather has been kind to us. We treated ourselves to coffee and homemade sausage rolls from the cafe which a cheeky Chaffinch helped us to finish, then took a walk out to Laggan Sands.
Passing Lochbuie house a lamb skipped over to the fence bleating frantically. Every time John tried to stroke it shying away. As we walked on it called after us. We decided it wanted to break free, and needed our help!
The tide turning as we approached the beach we could see the highland coos sat on the sand. A perfect day for topping up their tan. The receding water exposed sea urchins, tiny silver slivering eels and miniature coral pink crabs. Stopping to photograph the cows John suddenly realized he'd lost his car keys! Hadn't we been here before? Yes. At Uig on Skye just before we were due to board a ferry to North Uist on the outer Hebrides. What were we doing tomorrow? Oh yes, boarding a ferry to Oban. We scoured the beach, trying to try race our steps, our footprints now faded in the wet sand. A telephone call to the cafe at Lochbuie enquiring if they'd been handed in there earlier resulted in a 'no'. Retracing our steps back to Marge two pairs of eyes scanned the stony path, smooth billiard green grass and sand amongst the rocky outcrops. Nothing. Good job Angela was carrying the spare keys. But John couldn't settle and returned to search again, stopping to ask a family out walking if they'd found them. 'Yes', they were on top of a post by their car. What were the chances. Now we could relax, or could we. England still had to beat Holland in the Euros. Thankfully they did. The evening had resulted in a good result all round.
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