Taking the stress-free ferry to an island like Mull here has made me realise how much I despise flying. Well, not the flying bit as such, more the sheep-like shuffling between one queue to the next then being pen-knifed into an uncomfortable seat for a few hours bit. In comparison, driving into the belly of a boat then wandering the decks with a cup of fresh coffee, whilst taking in the stunning scenery as it glides past at a viewable and photographable pace is much nicer. Being regurgitated back out onto traffic-light single-track roads at the destination, and winding our way to Tobermory (via a stop-off at a castle that wasn’t open but was still a nice detour) to be met with a perfect autumnal sunny day for a dander and some lunch in a cosy pub.
Winding back to the ferry terminal at whatever damn speed you like (the prospect of meeting other vehicles on windy single-tracks means this rarely approaches any limits though) and with as many stop-offs for walks and photos and chances to watch otters as possible is pretty near perfect on the right day and in the right weather. Chasing a sunset back to Oban and hunting down a tasty fish supper to eat in front of a smoky fire, before washing that all down and committing the day’s experiences to memory with the aid of a fine malt and a review of all the photographs makes for a good day in my book.
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