The road to Tobermory was narrow but well-tarmacked, and one of the nicest rides of the holiday. I was almost sorry to arrive in Tobermory, although the prettiness of the town, plus its sweet shop and distillery, made up for it. Our next stop was Fishnish, a lovely name which can be sung to the tune of Paula Abdul's 'Rush Rush', for the ferry back to the mainland.
This was to be a day of three ferries. The second made the short journey to and from Corran at twenty-minute intervals, so we watched it ply up and down while having lunch at the pub opposite the tiny dock. When we had finished, we waited for it to come within range before kitting up and rolling straight from the pub car park onto the ramp.
The next road was the A82 through Glencoe, a fast and swooping route through magnificent mountain views. I went ahead with Howard, planning to stop in a layby and take photos of the others as they arrived, but I
A pretty early-evening ride along the coast, with the promise of a meal and a bed at the end of it; what could be better? We received a friendly welcome at the Howard's Way B&B and enjoyed our meal outside (Howard and I shared a bucket of profiteroles for pudding). A brief stroll to see what Rothesay had to offer (answer: lots of pubs), and an early night.
Ice cream of the day: Irn-Bru, at the petrol station.
