Who knew today would turn out to be a 'waterfall day. With so much rain recently they were positively gushing. Last night's rain was miserable, as was the wind. Packing up at Fidden Farm this morning was a challenge. Nobody likes to be wet. But as we drove back through the Ross of Mull the cloud slung low, began to lift so we were able to take in the magnificent views. After some googling it seemed returning to Lochbuie would be our best option. The rain was forecast for all day and night, but the winds appeared to be lighter there, so that's where we headed. Honestly Mull, where's this terrible weather coming from you're throwing at us. We couldn't believe yesterday was so stunningly beautiful. Despite the miserable drive, we were rewarded with the sighting of deer as we approached Lochbuie.
A wet Lochbuie would be unappealing to some, but we know the place so it's easy to see the beauty through the murk. Marge was positioned in her usual area, and we just sat out the weather. Angela hasn't been very well since just after we arrived on the island. She has a terrible cold, not surprising considering the inclement weather, so a day just sitting suited her. The main season here has come to an end, but there are still plenty of visitors. More visitors bring more inexperienced drivers when it comes to single track roads with passing places. You just have to be patient with these novices. Stopping for people along these roads is usually rewarded with a wave. One finger lifted from the steering wheel is usually, two fingers lifted acceptable, a full wave considered to show you are overly excited probably because you've just seen your first Highland Coo!
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