13 July 2013

To Tobermory and Ardnamurchan

Passing Buachaille Etive Mor


Heading towards the drop down through cloud-filled Glencoe


Ferry through mist 


Sun burning through mist


Tobermory



Which cake with a coffee?


Heading back to the mainland


Ardnamurchan - the most westerly point on the British mainland





On the way home


10 July 2013

Looking through glass again



It looks quite interesting on the other side

The Gull grabs another chip

As I indicated in response to Pete's comment on my previous post, this Arran gull always knows where its next meal is coming from. Its cholesterol level may be higher than optimum though. When it can't be bothered flying it just sits on the boat and rides.

The Isle of Arran

A very fine and friendly seagull welcomes us to the ship


and escorts us all the way across


Arran looks inviting


Can my own beauty compare? (No answers please). And although it was very hot a sweatshirt was needed in the surprisingly strong wind on the water, even though it was quite still on the land


and my lady in the shadows perhaps contemplates pushing me over the side


But I make it safely ashore


Oh look... a golf course


Geese to face up to and tiny ducklings in amongst that lot, to avoid standing on


Look... three of them


A nice river runs towards the sea, as rivers tend to do


Who needs to fly to Portugal for sunbathing when it is 31 Degrees Celsius (88 F.) in Scotland?


That grand mountain again, which we call Goatfell


Heading back to the mainland after a long afternoon of walking, and drinking, and walking


and then some sustenance, in the form of salmon steak, fries and salad for the lady and a hefty prime steak burger with cheese, salsa, jalapeno peppers, guacamole, onion rings and salad for me


That photograph being taken just a few minutes before my careless (or crafty?) lady managed to spill an entire glass of iced diet cola across the table and all over me, allowing me to appreciate that after the initial shock a soaking of ice-cold diet cola in the crotch is actually a fine way to refresh a man's manly bits on a hot summer evening. Oh how the helpful waitress and waiter with their cloths enjoyed my discomfort. The waitress asked, 'Would you like another one?', to which I replied that, 'One was quiet sufficient thanks,' only to realize that she was talking to my lady. The waiter suggested that my lady may wish to throw the next one in my face. Oh... how funny, funny, funny they all were...

And then I dried off in the sunshine outside


What a fine day it was