Staffa

We had a lovely relaxed morning collecting C shells, around 50 was the haul. (The exact location for family and friends who collect such shells, will be yours for a small fee....lol).

We caught the boat from Fionnphort and headed across a very unusually calm sea to Staffa. The sun shone, the puffins rafted, the gannets dived and the seal pup posed, but the star of the show was of course, Fingal's cave.
The waves were too gentle for and "Singing" to be heard from the waves, but it allowed the boat to go right up to the entrance. The walk round and into the cave took us into a cathedral of beauty. The excited silence was replaced by hushed awe by all who came. The return path was exciting as we sidled very carefully past the others coming in, as the hand rail was on the wall inside the path.
Our boat captain was a chap called David from Iona. He was the most people friendly person I have ever met. He spoke to us all exactly the same, as if he knew everyone, with relaxed and informative ease, which made our trip even more memorable than it could have been.
It is a day for the memorybank and a trip we will repeat, the next time we are on Mull.

We were driving northwards and decided to have a wee cycle to a place called Carsaig. Only 4 miles to try and see the Sea arches. We set off, up a wee hill. 3 miles of hill and 1,000 feet later, we stood at the top of the decent. I seriously worried my brake blocks wouldn't last. We stopped about 200 feet from the bottom and realised we couldn't see the arches and they were probably around the headland.....they were. We headed back up the very steep climb and by the time we got back down the other side, Ally had had enough of cycling for.....a long time. we slept very well that night.