We headed back up to the boat and have just been pottering around as we were having my sister Diane up for four days and it was easier for her to get to Oban rather than us heading out to any of the Islands, so we hung around here till she joined us.

   

She had never been to Mull, so, off to Tobermory we went again.

 

We then headed up and around to Salen in Loch Sunart.

  

Walking up to the hotel for tea

 

If you are ever out that way go to the Salen Hotel and get their fish and chips; honestly it’s the best fish and chips I’ve tasted.

After Salen we headed  back down the Sound of Mull  heading for Lochaline

 

after a bit of sunbathing, where we were treated to Diane’s cooking.

 

The guy in the rubber suit was back in the water again , at least the wet suit was on the right way round this time!

Next stop was back to Kererra for a Ceilidh.

It was West Highland racing week and a Ceilidh was put on for the racers.

We thought it was going to be a wild night but most of the racers were older than us!!! so it didn’t really get going,lol.

 

 

We had a great four days and a good laugh and would you believe it the weather was fab, not that it was forecast to be, but we were really lucky and the sun shone the whole time more or less. You are welcome anytime Wee Betty AKA Diane. It was a real bummer you had to go……………………

 

We are still in Kererra at the moment.

After Diane left us, another friend of ours, Caroline, came up to see us for two days. Unfortunately, some bad weather was forecast so we didn’t manage to get out for a sail but we did walk round the island which is about 10k, so we weren’t idle.

 

As yet only part-time cruisers and softies.

Given that the weather forecast in the North West was apparently looking grim for the coming weeks, we searched the internet for a week in the sun.

We got a good deal on a lovely villa in Kefalonia with a great view and its own pool. Heaven.

Little did we know Britain was to get a heat wave starting that week . We flew out of Manchester in 30 degrees , lol.

      

I know its a hard life

The weather as  promised did worsen and we had a wet sail down the mull back to Kerrera  where we could leave the boat and get the bus back home to Glasgow from Oban.

 

The isle of Mull ferry steaming past us down the Mull

  

A dreich  couple of days in Kerrera

Heading home was an embarrassment !

Honestly, you should have seen us. When we loaded all our gear onto the boat, we had taken it all by car and left all the bags at home. We didn’t have a holdall between us and ended up going home by bus with two big IKEA bags full to the brim.

It was like the Clampits  day trip to Glasgow from Oban. I was even more mortified when we got off the bus at Anniesland Cross at rush our on a Friday night in case any of my old work colleagues saw us !

 

                  Home at  last                                                               Garden Done !

While we were home we managed to get the garden done, not that our friend Iain hasn’t been doing a great job cutting the grass and looking after the house for us.