We took the ferry over to Lismore, an island in the Firth of Lorne, across from Port Appin
We had arranged hired bikes for the day. We picked the bikes up from the ferry waiting room after calling a woman called Mary on Lismore the night before. She said to pay the ferryman for the bikes which were £12 each. When I told the ferryman I was hiring the bikes he laughed, which should have given me some clue as what to expect.
Gordon’s bike had a flat back tyre and mine had a dodgy saddle that kept sliding down. Anyway, we managed to borrow a pump from some man a couple of miles down the road and it all turned out fine. We managed to get to the end of Lismore and back without any mishaps.
We visited a museum of life on the island in the past. Hardy people!
Editors Note : I don’t know that bed looks better than my bunk
We cycled all the way to the South of the island with views up and across the Sound of Mull.
I made a wee friend on the way back, perhaps he could smell the lamb chops we had had for dinner the night before. That’s me off lamb forever.
Gordon trying to be “Arty”
Pictures from the inside of the wee ferry on the return journey , obviously he has been annoying me in someway
