Lochaline

 

Another morning, another beautiful view, if you ignored the owner of van in front of us emptying his grey water tank all over the car park.

The vans were already a bone of contention for one of the locals, he had made a sign saying they could not park, probably because sometimes his view was blocked, and probably because of the disrespect our neighbour displayed. 

The small village was busy from the get go. A carpet fitter arrived from Oban, whereupon rolls of carpet and underlay were loaded onto the small ferry to be transported over to Easdale, complete with the fitter. High above, a peregrine falcon buzzed the crows hiding in the fissures of the rock. We didn't leave Ellanbeich until twelve thirty, having spent some time talking to some fellow travellers. They asked if we'd been to Ardnamurchan on our way down. No, we hadn't. They painted such a pretty picture of the area we felt we mustn't go on without giving it a visit. Right Marge, 'make a u turn', as the annoying sat nav lady says. We drove all the way back into Oban and out passed Cuil where we stayed a couple of nights ago.

For the first time on this trip Marge left dry land. We took the ferry from Corran to Ardgour. It tooks just a couple of minutes and cost £8.80.

We found ourselves driving through a remote, isolated landscape, not dissimilar to the top of Scotland. Marge a bit of a pro now wasn't fazed as we met four large logging lorries on the single-track road. The scaring caused by the felling of the trees was a real eyesore. 

Eventually we arrived at civilisation.

Once again Marge is mixing with the sailors, this time by the ferry that runs from Lochaline to Fishnish on the island of Mull. As she sits happily looking over Loch Aline, the car ferry tied to its berth, the green starboard light is winking at her, she's such a charmer. Whilst Angela cooked the evening meal, John fished the loch, alongside a family of four from Yorkshire who boiled water for tea on their camping gaz stove and ate snacks from a box in the boot of the car. John caught three fish which he gave to them for their evening meal. Much better than a box of pringles. Meanwhile in Marge the sausages and onions were sizzling .

We haven't done much today, but some days that's just how it is. What's the rush says Marge, we've two weeks yet before we return home. Just chill.