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Friday morning was a bit of a mad rush, as everyone was leaving at once. Bags were somehow packed amidst the chaos, and, it seemed, so was nearly everything else including the kitchen sink, as Iona got Karen to wash the bowl out and dry it so we could take it too!
Attempts were made to take a decent group family photo, but you all know the saying about never working with animals and children…… Eventually we drove away, saying a fond goodbye to Erin and her lovely family. Paul was rather annoyed that we were leaving so late, but Nicky and Karen had done the maths for arriving in good time to catch our preferred ferry, then added a bit extra for emergencies, so we were very calm, as we actually left half an hour early! We set off in convoy, Paul and the Aussies in the new hire car with all the bells and whistles (or should we say lights, locks and beeping alarms) and Nicky in her reliable old rattler with her brother Nigel and all the food, bedding and linen.
Winding our way through the countryside to Glencoe, the scenery was rather dazzlingly beautiful, with plenty of picturesque views and photographs taken. The sun shone when it was needed too, so its holiday duty was still working like clockwork.
Glencoe loomed large on the horizon, and after a bit of tag teaming with the car convoy, we arrived and donned all our warm clothing, plus those items borrowed from the Scottish Murtons. Riding the chairlift to the ski slope was nerve racking indeed. Matt enjoyed counting the number of gloves others had dropped on the way up and/or down. Karen, though rather terrified at the height above ground the porch-swing-garden-seating was dangling her, was grateful she was not struggling uphill like the ill-clad woman below.
The top finally reached, we got to experience our first snow underfoot. Not to mention an unexpected and very short lived snowball fight. It was freezing up there! So, quick photo op again, and the decent to the car park was speedily agreed upon. It was possibly even more scary than the journey up, as Karen now saw not just how far from the ground she was, but also how far up the mountain we had come, so there was the potential not just to fall, but then to roll all the way to the bottom…… OK, she knows she is a chicken, and happy to admit it.
Then onwards, onwards, with more tag-teaming and losing and finding each other, to Oban and the ferry. Quite reminiscent of the KI ferry, but far, far cheaper.
The journey on Mull was yet another new experience, the single bitumen road bulging at regular intervals to allow for Passing Places, and sometimes for the car occupants to Pass Out over the closeness of either the other vehicle, or the edge you could fall down!
We "took the scenic route", as the turnoff to our holiday let, Scoor House, was missed by all 6 sets of eyes, and we ended up in Fionnphort, 20 minutes on. It wasn't obvious to the Aussies of course, until we saw the road literally ended in the sea, and figured somehow we were not in the right place! Back we went in the gathering gloaming and down the bumpy track to our little Shepherds Cottage in the moorland. So sweet and nicely remote and private. Practically perfect in every way.
Our Mull adventure had begun.
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Jo You do have a way with words! Took me some time to compose myself enough to read on after the Pass Out comment! I remember catching my breath many times travelling the single lanes, especially those on the way from Nanna's to Uncle Ian's, often with high banks on either side and blind corners. Oh - and I'm with you on the chair lift thing - so I guess that makes us chickens together
Cassie Sounds like so much fun!! Love all your description feel like I can picture it exactly - sounds so pleasant :)