Amy poring over the "200 walks in Britain" book in our sitting room. Amy, a native Chattanoogan, stopped by to visit us on Friday night.

Moggie, being welcomed (in Gaelic) to the Glasgow train station.

we left here last Saturday(26th) to catch the 10:30 train to Glasgow. Had about an hour to kill in Glasgow, so after filling up on food, we walked around some town square near the train station. It had lots of statues in it and a war memorial, but was being renovated, so it wasn't entirely hospitable. The war memorial had two lions and between them these big stone steps...and a sign that said not to sit on them. I was wondering why they made them so sit-able if they thought it was disrespectful to sit there We were able to nose out a bakery where Jim bought some goodies for the train.

Jim and Mog at lunch in the Glasgow train station's coffee shop. Mog had a chicken mayonnaise sandwich. Healthy Jim had a cappucino and a croissant.

Scene from the train window. MORE scenes from the train

Scene on the pier at Oban. MORE scenes from Oban

Scene MORE scenes from Ferry

No hitches on the train ride to Oban, where we arrived with 10 minutes to spare before the ferry left for Craignure on Mull. I believe I'd mentioned to you that I'd found a B&B at Craignure called Aon a Dhe, pronounced "une a ga," which means "one and two." I was sure it would have some deep Gaelic significance, but there you go, as Dave would say.

Here is a sea shore on the Isle of Mull.

Beach on Mull

Here is a sea shore on the Isle of Mull. Here is Moggie, collecting sea shells. Moggie loves to collect sea shells by the sea shore.

Blooming heather. Our rental car parked on the road. A Vauxhall, Astra, 2-door

We'd also lined up a car already, so were able to get it fairly soon after we arrived. We took what I thought would be a short spin around before dinner. We ended up driving for 50 miles, with me driving our little white Vauxhall Astra, whose gears were entirely mysterious to me although I knew right where they should be. I was the driver, the only approved one thus far because the lady who signed us up for the rental didn't know how to do it for two drivers...we had to go back the next morning to take care of that issue, and pay through the teeth for the privilege, I might add. Anyway, back to the drive at dusk. The scenery was gorgeous, but it was hard to look at it because of the single-track roads which were terribly small, since we were on backroads exploring the western coastline. There were lots of sheep wandering along the roadway, and I think that was when we came upon a herd of cattle going the other direction. We just had to wait because they weren't fixin' to hurry for us. One big red one came right by the driver's door. I tried to snap its picture but my camera refused...it was probably scared to death (the camera, I mean).

Frequent view: sheep running in front of the car.

Scene: windy road, single-track, getting dark. Good news: not raining