SATURDAY 28 April 2012 - Six Set Sail for Mull
Just got back from the most amazing week on the Isle of Mull with five fabulous friends and I'm going to attempt to tell the tale of our adventures over the next few blog posts.
Oban and Mull were the hottest and dryest places in the British Isles last week - creeping up past 19degC while the rest of the UK was under severe weather warnings and flood alerts. Of course, as we sat picnicing beside babbling burns in the sun or dipping the toes of our boots into the blue Atlantic Ocean on white sunny sands, we did give a thought to the poor folk down south . . .
Here's the first voyage - Oban to Craignure, which got me to thinking how it's easy to forget that we live on a series of islands anyway - the British Isles, and how seafaring was a way of life for most in the past and for many still today.
Snippets of songs were springing to mind at this stage, "One Friday morn when we set sail, our ship not far from the land . . . " though we didn't espy any fair young maids with combs or glasses in their hand. Manuscript (click here) for enthusiasts to sing along.
and here's the magical Shoals of Herring to listen to by Ewan McColl - I had this on my holiday playlist for the journey north:
no more musical diversons - to get back to our own ferry journey, here are the some pics as our bonny boat sped over the sea to Mull:
It was just fabulous wall to wall scenery of mountains and still waters only disturbed into gentle wave patterns by the boat