I’d left us sitting on a grassy bank, watching sheep dogs being worked by a farmer. But a quad we had already seen had made its way north and now returned.
If we zoom right in you’ll see a Royal mail logo on the chap’s cap and mail bags fastened on the front. This was the Kerrera postman on his round. He’s no different from postmen elsewhere. Our collection of rubber bands now includes a red Royal mail band, picked up on the island.
We had sat around for a while, for there goes the Mull Ferry again on its next journey out to Craignure.
Meanwhile, the postman was making his way south, around our bay whilst the ferry headed off to the west with the island of Lismore behind it.
For the moment, we had our world to ourselves, for our farmer had gone up to the tops of the hills in his attempt to round up sheep.
We could ponder on the local flora.
Sunshine caught the distant Lismore lighthouse.
A wolf howled on the shoulder of a hill above us. Well actually, it was a sheepdog. It was joined by the farmer who started driving sheep down from the hilltops.
By comparison, our route looked easy and as we made our way back to the track that crosses the island we had a sheep escort, leading us on,
