Isle of Mull
October 14, 2014 § Leave a comment
Spent Tuesday driving up and down an Island on a single-lane road, which I learned makes hearts do weird things. There is nothing natural about moving toward Argyll animals or vehicles at such speed. I also learned that people have been hanging out on the Isle of Mull since the last Ice Age. There are fun legends and castles and other things you might expect. So stunning. So humbling. This place would have a lot of birthday candles on its cake.
If you’re wondering why there are few Tobermory photos, it’s because I didn’t go. I explored the South West side mostly, saving the North for another day.