Mum thought it would be a good idea to explore the other side of Oban. We were ment to island bagg Siel yesterday but because the weather was so bad we abandoned that idea. The sky wasn’t crying today so yeah, count Poppys in Mum. Blue set off and soon Oban was in the rear mirror. Blue headed down the wee small roads until we came to a stop at a bridge. This was no ordinary bridge. Blue had to crawl over it because she couldn’t see over it and there was not much space either side of her. I was relieved when we got to the other side, that was some bridge that Mum. “It’s the bridge over the Atlantic”, she said, “You are now on the island of Seil”. Oh OK then another island bagged.