If synchronised snoring was an olympic event jeff and harry would be top of the world! Even in different rooms, the synchronisity of ahhhh ooooo was pefectly aligned! After a few minutes of contemplating sleeping outside, I was actually beginning to get into this new sport, it could be the next big thing!
Few hours later all was quiet, evidence enough that it was dawn and time to make a brew. Today is our first day on the ministry up here, Jeff an I were to hit the backroads or tracks to be accurate, and Harry was to cycle northbound heading for Tobermory. The first road we took was from Salen to Dervaig, a dramtic road through forests and valleys littered with ex farming communities and the odd guest house. There were plenty of sheep without shepherds up here, but sadly they were all to quick to scarper at the sight of us! After a while, the sheep found somewhere more interesting and civiliation returned, not that these more human sheep seemed any more talkative at this point, so we resigned to a pub with fantastic views over the sorrounding valleys. Jeff had a large beef and pineapple burger, must be some kind of delicasy, but I will save you any more detail as it appears readers are beginning to catch on to our constant fuel stops! Well I had foolishly promised to cook haggis for dinner, so it was best to make the most of decent food when we could!
After lunch we headed on the coastal road towards Tobermory, with fantastic winding roads and a definite increase in houses, and with that some enjoyable discussions with the locals. One lady, a true scots lass if ever the was one, was more than happy to share her love of the bible with us, a regular wee free (free church of scotland) but keen to take a tract and teach book. She was slightly rushed as her son was about to pick up and take her to the west coast for a picnic, which seemed a wonderful idea on such a lovely afternoon. The car read only 14C but the sun was strong enough to keep our jackets off, and the skies blues enough to see right out to see as far as the eye could see. We were even treated to a large spanned sea eagle cross above our heads.
As the afternoon progressed our last port of call was the road down to glenorm castle, a long descent from where we were with incredible views. We soon met a man from Lincolnshire who had moved up here to get away from it all, you can certainly see his logic! Not much interest in the bible but happy to chat, well i guess out here conversations are reserved soley to a quick 'mornin' to the post man, and no doubt we were a welcomed change as we bring only good news and not bills!
We arrived back late afternoon to a harry style organised apartment who bless stayed in until early afternoon doing the housework! We even have an iron now! So, it was time to get back into the kitchen and prepare the haggis neeps and taties, whilst Jeff had to keep running back and forth to the Spar shop to get the necessary ingredients, such a suede that chef thought was a parsnip! Even with a certain lack of food education the critics were mediocrely impressed, well I did have an advantage that neither Jeff or Harry had ever had haggis before, so I guess they have nothing to compare it with!
Evening quickly fell and tiredness from a busy few days is beginning to set in amongst the senior members, so I decided to take a quick jog down to the sea front, which is a view to be savoured. But now back I think I easily the most exhausted so an early night is no doubt on the cards. As a result Im afraid the video will have to wait until tomorrow, the editing team have gone on the strike!