Yesterday must have been hard. I didn't want to get up this morning - but of course, we had a ferry to catch. To Coll, to be precise. So up we got, cycled over that big iron bridge at Connel, and were soon in Oban.
Once on the boat we met a couple who were off to cycle on Tiree, but they were made of sterner stuff than me, sitting out there in the cold, so I went inside.
As you can see from the photo, the Sound of Mull was flat calm. I enjoyed looking at all the places I know so well, from a different viewpoint. Richard was rather annoyed by a woman who insisted on leaving the door open, which made it very cold. He kept muttering various uncomplimentary things about her ample reserves of subcutaneous fat!
There are only two places to eat on Coll, and one of them was shut. Was this a case for the Monopolies Commission? Had there been some Coll-usion? Whatever- we had a sandwich each and then headed out.
It's a rugged but stunningly beautiful island. The beach at the north tip is breathtaking. A local crofter engaged us in conversation and then gave is £20for Cancer Research.
Time for another photo!
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