The time had come round that we had to leave the round house, and what a lovely place it had been. Early in the morning we were on the road for the next lap of the journey. Driving down to Mull. The weather forecast was rain, rain, and then more rain. Although to be expected in Scotland this was somewhat disappointing because I was very much looking forward to seeing the beauty of Mull. It seemed our experience of the last time, was to be repeated. Then the road across Mull to Iona was like a river under a liquid sky. left and right of us were two blank walls of grey mist and spray. What would Mull hold this time?
We crossed the Bealach na ba pass again as did a lonely man on a bike, orange rain poncho flapping in the wind. We did not envy him one bit.
We took the ferry from Armadale to Malaig. A wee birdy came and joined us for coffee when waiting for the ferry
Drove south through mostly rainy, but still beautiful country. We took the small mainly one track roads. It is demanding driving. You literally do not know what is round the next corner. Well done Adri!
We decided to stop for a coffee somewhere near Kinlochmoidart and witnessed a small drama. We had a cup of tea and a sandwich in a small cafe, as did some amazingly fat Americans and some super fit and slim Germans. They were a nice couple this handsome German boy and his lovely young girlfriend, but a whole day cycling through the rain must have gotten to them as they did not seem to see eye to eye. He was decidedly annoyed and went of in a huff to wait outside in the drizzle. He had his bike and everything ready to start long before she was even ready to go. So he stood there, arms crossed, I could not see but I think he must have been tapping his foot as well. When she finally appeared she took her bike which had been leaning against the windowsill of where we were sitting. She obviously was not aware of us as we saw her through the glass, her face not 30 centimeters away. Her mouth a straight line and tears streaming down her face. They donned their raincoats and off they drove together, in the rain.
We followed our journey down south to Lochaline where we crossed the sound of Mull to Fishnish. It was a drive through a green country; where a myriad of green flashed by the car windows.
Finally we arrived at the Pennyghael hotel in Mull where our B&B host had booked an evening meal for us. It was great to sit down after a 7 hour’s drive. In the car park we chatted to a nice German couple who had a Citroen C4 Picasso car which we compared to our Citroen C3 Picasso. Like us they had just arrived so we wished each other a nice stay on Mull. Then off to the very last leg of the journey. A steep high and narrow potholed road lead us to our B&B called the powerhouse. In front of us the red tail lights of one other car, which, like us, parked at the last house on that lonely road. It was that same German couple we had stood talking to twenty minutes before.
There was just enough light left to see a little of the views. So we decided to walk down to the rocky beach.
As I left the gate I turned up the cliff but quickly decided this was a bit too steep so late in the day. So I turned round and waited for my husband to appear. As I was waiting there was a nice little bunny rabbit keeping me company. Together we walked down to a pier, There was a large dark building with a huge sliding door, it looked like you might be able to stay there, however everything was closed of. There also was a lovely stone barn with a blue door and an intriguing plaque on it. We sat at the water’s edge for a bit enjoying the last light of the day. It really was getting dark so we went back up the hill. When we walked past the dark house the large sliding door was now ajar, no idea who or what was inside, we did not hear a thing.
When we turned up the road that went uphill who should be waiting for us but the little bunny. It cocked its head to one side as if to say what are you waiting for, and hopped off ahead of us. Each time we stopped to catch our breath, it stopped as well. All the way up it stayed on the road in front of us as if to say I’ll show the way. It turned the corner into the entrance of the Bed and Breakfast and only when we turned into the gate as well did it go off into the woods. That rabbit really felt like a friendly creature in a fairy tale. It was a nice ending to a very long and winding drive over many long and winding roads to reach our new destination.
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