Hebrides 2: The Sound of Mull

Given the early check-in at the ferry terminal there was no time for breakfast at the B&B, so I guess that makes it just a "B".  As predicted by the weather forecast the clouds had come down and there was a fine mist over Oban: honest-to-goodness Scottish weather, in other words.  We sorted out the paperwork and then waited patiently to board The Lord of the Isles bound for Lochboisdale on South Uist.

It wasn't an especially large ferry, and once on board we simply followed our noses to the canteen where a "Full Scottish" was the order of the day.  Suitably refreshed, we then went out on deck to watch the world go by (or, at least, the coast of Mull, as almost half the journey was sailing along the Sound of Mull).  Much to Harriet's disgust I spotted a school of dolphins while she was queueing to buy a newspaper.  Otherwise it was the usual suspects: Gannets, Guillemots, Razorbills, assorted Gulls and a lone Puffin which was having trouble getting airborne.

The picture below was taken as we passed Tobermory, and very soon thereafter we left the Inner Hebrides and headed off into The Minch.  Mull looked absolutely beautiful, and I'm sure we'll go back there at some point.

At this point the weather took a distinct turn for the worse, so we headed inside with a good book in order to get out of the rain.