Mull

I went to Mull!  And it was good.

Off we go!We've been trying to get there for the past two weeks, it seems, but things kept getting in the way. First I was sick, then the bus timetable was posted wrong on the internet. We were starting to think it wasn't going to happen. But it all turned out to be for good! Had we succeeded either of the first two times, we would have been hit with blizzards and harsh windchill the whole time. The day we wound up with: mild, sunny, beautiful. And on a trip to a place like Mull, the weather can really make all the difference.We packed three different towns, four buses, two ferrys, a chcolate shop and a distillery into our little trip. It was awesome. I will show you.The ride there certainly whetted our appetites for scenic vistas!A cloud is born...

I must say, taking photos from a moving bus on a sunny day is truly an excercise in avoiding reflection.

It's enough to make you want to stop the bus.

Shaggy hills, shaggy cows.

Oooh, lovely.

These were all taken on the way to Oban, the town with the ferry that would take us across to Mull. It was quite nice riding through the mainland. And then we got to ride a ferry! Off to Mull with us! But forst, here’s a taste of Oban:

Check out that little Colosseum on the hill there!

And second…

oh wait. I’m out of time again. Alas.
OK, I think (I hope) I can come back and finish this in a few hours. Don’t hold your breath, though; you’ll turn blue.

I do, however, promise I will come back and finish eventually.