Farewell to Mull

Time to leave Erraid and take the bus back from fionnphort to catch the ferry in Craignure later in the morning.

Mull is a spectacular island, particularly in this sunshine, another delight to savour.

Onto the ferry across to Oban for what must be a classic rail journey to and from Glasgow through the Scottish mountains and valleys.

I had a lovely chat on the train with Mo' unpacking the time in Erraid discovering all sorts of insights she picked up that I missed.

Hope to see her again for a walk in her neck of Wales, but now it's Glasgow in the rain dodging shoppers heading to Buchanan Galleries

At the end of a rainbow

After about twelve hours travelling I made it to Erraid via Gatwick, Glasgow, Oban, Craignure and finally Fionnphort

Roger waiting with a small boat for the short but choppy crossing over to the Island, which at low tide one can walk to.

Just in time for the evening meal with the community that is full up this week with visitors from Scotland, Newcastle, America, Denmark and of course London.

The sun was out and then there was a full rainbow over the Erraid homes stopping in one of the vegetable fields.


As it was such a beautiful evening, a chance to tour the island, meet some of the residents, eye the compost toilets and visitors with equal uncertainty and then time to start adapting to the spirit of the community