Monday, 21 April 2014

Catch Up

In a novel development, me and Andy have actually managed to get back out hillwalking over the last couple of weeks, so brace yourself for some exciting Corbett and Munro-related pictures over the next few days. ;)

To conclude the holiday stuff however, and before the moment is lost entirely, here are a few pictures of our impromptu day trip to Ulva. To give things a wee bit of perspective, the nice chap who operated the Ulva ferry - summoned, as you'll gather, by sliding a wooden panel across a board - expressed the view that our location in Lochbuie was "a bit out of the way". It's all relative, eh?

Anyway - Ulva

It's all really rather splendid. We were hardly there at the peak of the tourist season of course, but even so it was nice to wander all over the place at will, without seeing another soul. It's not a huge island, but you could happily spend a week there and not have to repeat any of the signposted walks, or numerous viewpoints. As ever, there's a reason it's not a centre of population of course.

It's nice to get a view of Mull from a different island, as it were, and it also struck me as quite pleasing that the vista we had seen from Ben More a few days before featured Ulva quite heavily - it's just across the watter, really.

So we wandered; and sort of made for the nearest high point; and spotted a fish farm installation type thing; and as we sat doon for a sandwich we noticed the dolphins following the chap in the dinghy. Which all made for about the most pleasant lunchtime I've had for a good long while.


Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Calgary Beach

If these photies prove anything, it's that (a) dugs like beaches; and (b) the start of April is no' a bad time to holiday in Scotland if you like the idea of having acres of sand to yourself.

(Beach of the Meadow, apparently.)

Sunday, 13 April 2014

Ben More

A few pictures from the jaunt - successful unlike last time. We were lucky with the weather, but we were nearly very very lucky. Only claggy at the top, which is good enough for me quite frankly.

Straight up and down from Dhiseig, all as per the "Tourist route" description. Which again, is good enough for me, partly because that's what we were. :)

Looking upwards

Looking backwards

Lower down, the path isn't always quite as clear as you'd think

Zoomed in - to make it seem closer.

Is it looking claggy at the top?


You'd need to keep a wee eye out for those cornices if the weather was worse.

(Not our flag!)

Oh, and just as a point of mild interest, did anybody notice in the very first photie that yon fence post was levitating?


Thursday, 10 April 2014


There's probably not much in the way of "obviously Tobermory views" that people with an interest in Mull (or certain wean's telly shows) aren't familiar with already, but given that we spent a perfectly enjoyable day there on the Monday you're getting a couple of photies anyway.

They've painted the Mishnish yellow

Man's best friends

Could not give a...

Fish & chips from the van. :)

Sound advice

Slightly weary after all that sea air.

I was rather pleased to see that the pub was up to its old standards this time around. It's a venerable institution, but the last time we were there the management seemed to be more focussed on what was then a newish restaurant/bistro area next to the bar, which as a result felt a wee bit unloved and under resourced. And difficult to get fed in. All that's resolved now - possibly partly due to the fact that the rival MacGochan's has gone a bit "Brewer's Fayre", and the Mishnish once again ranks highly in the WBD "dug & grub pub" league table.

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

No otters today

The last time me and Marion spent any time at Lochbuie on Mull we were lucky enough to notice a surprisingly common, yet unsurprisingly elusive resident in the form of a youngish adult gambolling - and that's the only word for it - between the shore and the shallows at this particularly idyllic part of Mull. We had a good quarter of an hour before it clocked us, and at times it was no more than twenty yards away.

Today however, we mainly spotted dugs.

It's about a two mile walk from the Big Hoose to Lochbuie itself. A perfectly pleasant dander.


You pass a variety of sights on the way. An odd tree:

A commemorative monument to Donald Maclaine (stirringly erected by his tenantry, his servants and a few friends!) ...

...and last but not least the famous "Queen Victoria Diamond Jubilee Pyramid of Lochbuie".


We also saw two dead deer, one of which - unusually in my limited experience - was actually stuck fast in the branches of a roadside tree. The tree was in fairness directly below a craggy hillside of uncommon steepness, but nonetheless, it still struck everyone as a bit odd. I decided there wasn't much call for a photie of that, all things considered.

The parking area at Lochbuie was busy, so it's clearly a place for the local folk to get away from the hustle and bustle of the South of Mull in general. ;)

It also has the only post office for miles...

...which provides the added attraction of being a shop where, depending on delivery schedules, you can get butcher meat, eggs, soft drinks and all manner of necessary items. It all seems to work beautifully. I'm not sure they would trade quite as successfully in darkest Lanarkshire though:

Anyroad, as Andy quite correctly commented yesterday, nobody looks at this blog for anything other than pictures of dugs in various locations around Scotland so without further ado!!!


Molly has plans for getting that stick without a soaking...

...told you!