13 July 2013

To Tobermory and Ardnamurchan

Passing Buachaille Etive Mor

Heading towards the drop down through cloud-filled Glencoe

Ferry through mist 

Sun burning through mist


Which cake with a coffee?

Heading back to the mainland

Ardnamurchan - the most westerly point on the British mainland

On the way home

10 July 2013

Looking through glass again

It looks quite interesting on the other side

The Gull grabs another chip

As I indicated in response to Pete's comment on my previous post, this Arran gull always knows where its next meal is coming from. Its cholesterol level may be higher than optimum though. When it can't be bothered flying it just sits on the boat and rides.

The Isle of Arran

A very fine and friendly seagull welcomes us to the ship

and escorts us all the way across

Arran looks inviting

Can my own beauty compare? (No answers please). And although it was very hot a sweatshirt was needed in the surprisingly strong wind on the water, even though it was quite still on the land

and my lady in the shadows perhaps contemplates pushing me over the side

But I make it safely ashore

Oh look... a golf course

Geese to face up to and tiny ducklings in amongst that lot, to avoid standing on

Look... three of them

A nice river runs towards the sea, as rivers tend to do

Who needs to fly to Portugal for sunbathing when it is 31 Degrees Celsius (88 F.) in Scotland?

That grand mountain again, which we call Goatfell

Heading back to the mainland after a long afternoon of walking, and drinking, and walking

and then some sustenance, in the form of salmon steak, fries and salad for the lady and a hefty prime steak burger with cheese, salsa, jalapeno peppers, guacamole, onion rings and salad for me

That photograph being taken just a few minutes before my careless (or crafty?) lady managed to spill an entire glass of iced diet cola across the table and all over me, allowing me to appreciate that after the initial shock a soaking of ice-cold diet cola in the crotch is actually a fine way to refresh a man's manly bits on a hot summer evening. Oh how the helpful waitress and waiter with their cloths enjoyed my discomfort. The waitress asked, 'Would you like another one?', to which I replied that, 'One was quiet sufficient thanks,' only to realize that she was talking to my lady. The waiter suggested that my lady may wish to throw the next one in my face. Oh... how funny, funny, funny they all were...

And then I dried off in the sunshine outside

What a fine day it was