We left the puffins and kittiwakes of Lunga and headed out
to Coll.
Coll is just northeast of Tiree. Tiree is famous as a
windsurfing place.
Coll is about 10 miles by 3 with 2 shops, an hotel, some
beautiful beaches and an airstrip … and, when we arrived, 3 basking sharks.
Basking sharks are seriously impressive but very difficult
to photograph
Basking shark (just
after it jumped out, smiled, looped and went swimming again).
We moored and went ashore.
Fish and chips at the hotel, a windy night in the bay.
Friday 27th July
(The day of the Long Walk)
We flubbered ashore and went for a walk.
Various people offered us lifts in their cars … including a
nice lady who reminded me of Father Ted’s housekeeper, perhaps she was on
holiday from Craggy Island?
Eventually we accepted one
… a lift that is.
A nice man drove us to the other side of the island.
It was a long walk back from there, although the beaches
were lovely.
A lovely beach on
Coll
On the way back, we met a dog who wanted to come walking
with us.
A dog.
Unfortunately, presumably because we appeared (to passing
cars) to be walking a dog, no one stopped to offer us a lift back home.
Eventually, after some 6 miles, we did persuade a passing
vehicle to abduct / adopt the dog (quite a nice dog, by dogs’ standards) and
let us walk on dogless at last.
Unfortunately no more cars passed, so we still didn’t get a
lift.
It rained.
We got back to Arinagour (the capital of Coll) at 1500, just
in time for elevenses’.
It had almost been An Epic.
A quiet night on our mooring.
Saturday 28th July 2012.
Forecast NW F4-5
perhaps 6 or even 7.
We motored in F2-3 much of the way to Tobermory (of
Wimbledon Womble fame).
Tobermory is nice, sunny, friendly.
The town’s not bad either.
Shops.
Launderette.
“Diesel by hose on the pontoon.”
What more could we want?
Footnote:
No word
from Bonzo.
It really is time he learnt to type.
Time to invent the Dogblog?
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