Bogs and a Cup Final
Up early this morning because we are going on a big walk and must be back so Dad can watch the Cup Final. We walked up to the village and headed along the main road to Tobermory. On the way the old boats are looking even more worse for wear than last time.
Across the bay the posh white house was glowing in the morning sun. No time to hang about though.
We crossed the road and passed through a gate into the woods. The path started to climb up the hill. Soon we were in the open countryside with views across the sound of Mull.
We passed many fields and came up to the grand old farmhouse, my nose was twitching though. Horny Beasties around. Better be careful.
When we got to the farmyard it was full of them. Dad called over to the farmers wife and asked if it was safe to cut through. “They are friendly, just daft teenagers come on through” she said. As we escaped she asked where we were going. When we told her she warned us about checking for ticks.
The last time we did this walk Dad nearly lost one of Docks in a really boggy bit of the walk. Well this time was just as bad. Bogs Bogs Bogs. We had to take some big detours to avoid them. It did get better when we entered the woods.
This part of the path is the only place in Mull that you can see both the sound of Mull and the west coast of Mull.
We headed back towards the village, not before I had a stop to take on some water.
As we came down the hill the forrest got greener and greener. They must have had some storm because there were a lot of trees upended.
The path took us out of the woods and back to the village at the old church.
Back at camp Mr Sun was out in full force. Dad was watching the football and was not very happy. His team got beaten in the last minute of the game. Never mind dad Mr Sun is out have a glass of daft juice.
The Waverley steamed by time to get ready for dinner then. We are going back to the Taste of Mull, Dad fancy’s a venison burger. We got there with no harassment from the nasty colly.
Dinner was good. Dad got them to batter his burger, They had never heard of that before. Obviously don’t come from Glasgow then. I got some of Dads burger and Mum gave me some of her fishees.
The walk back to camp was nice, lots of smells. It was getting late though, nearly time for Mr Sun to go to bed.
When I got back to Betsy it didn’t take long for all the walks to their toll. I crashed out as soon as got there.
Time for beddy boes.