What’s the story?
It is a grey day today. I think the sky is going to start greetin. I so cant be bothered today. My wee legs are still sore from yesterday. Nope I’m going nowhere.
Dad got fed up came back and picked me up. I was carried halfway to the main road in the village. As he put me down, sniff, sniff dad can you smell that? Deersees!
Joy, we stopped at a bus stop, no big walk today then. The bus came but the driver said they only had one seat. Kind driver let dad sit on the ground as long as he stayed hidden. At the next stop he let a young lad join dad on the ground. Soon the bus pulled into Tobermory and went straight for the water.
Deciding to explore the top of the town we wandered our way to the Western Isles Hotel. The very first time I came to Mull this was where we stayed. Know this place well.
We staying here Mum? “No Poppy, we are coming here for lunch.” Mmmm good I’m starving! What we getting Fishees? As we ate the sky started to cry and man did it cry. I’m glad we’re in here.
After dinner we spent some time in the lounge. We wated it out till the sky stopped sobbing.
As we left I headed for the room. “Poppy we are not staying here.” said Mum. Oh forgot.
Rain off we made a run for it. Instead of going the road way to town, we cut through the hotel’s gardens.
We had enough time to explore a bit before getting the bus back. As we got to the front the ferry to Kilchoan was just leaving. Dad remember the last time we got that ferry? We got totally soaked. That was a deluge and a half. Ferry gone I explored the pier.
The bus back Dad got a seat and I sat on him. No one got off at Salen, dad said they were all Day Trippers from Oban. As soon as we got to Betsy the skys opened and flooded the camp. A ferry must have just came in because there were a lot of tent peoplesees putting up tents. They got drenched. Glad we are in Betsy Ahe dad?