We headed North up the west coast of our local island. Away in the distance we could see that the ferry from Mull had passed the lighthouse on Eilean Musdile – effectively that’s the very end of Lismore. Behind are the high hills of the Ardnamurchan Peninsula.
The view back south was just as delightful.
In fact it was hard to know which way to turn.
On the map this hump seems to be marked as ‘cists’ in ancient writing.
A sheep willing to pose as the ferry from Mull got ever closer.
Another quad – one we’ll return to, but it is clear that the track is less good here.
There it goes – rushing off to the far North of Kerrera.
As we neared the sea we encountered some prickly customers.
There was still blue sky for a backdrop.
This plant grew in the boggy regions.
The track here, heading back south was definitely not one for cars.
Sheep came right down to the edge of the sea.
But a farmer was about, rounding them up and he had deployed a sheepdog to keep them in order.
Actually, he had three dogs working with him. They were much faster than he was, but he did have the third quad we had seen on the island.
We kept out of the way and enjoyed watching man and beasts at work.
