Our meanness must be almost legendary. We knew we’d need to leave a car in Oban for longer than the three hours for free at Tescos and thought it would cost us several pounds. So we walked from our Laggan campsite. Later, of course, we walked back. We were island hopping again and this time we were travelling from Oban.
The walk was along the tranquil Kerrera Sound.
As we approached Oban we could see the yacht basin where my fellow campanologist keeps his boat.
Ahead of us we could see the very top (North) end of Kerrera and the Dunollie castle. Dunollie Castle is situated just on the northern outskirts of Oban on the west coast of Scotland. It was the seat of the MacDougalls, the Lords of Lorne, who once owned a third of Scotland. That third included Kerrera which, due to its proximity to Dunollie, was very dear to them.
As skies cleared we were clearly getting into yacht territory.
We had a good view to Oban, across its harbour.
The town tumbled down the hillside below McCaig’s Tower. The outer islands ferry, Lord of the Isles was at the quay.
All the shipping and boating activity demands a good lifeboat. Here was Oban’s marine rescue craft.
And there goes Lord of the isles, off to the most distant of the Inner Hebrides or maybe to the Outer Hebrides.
Gosh. It was shirt sleeve weather for some.
As we neared the ferry port we passed the smaller car transporters which serve islands like Lismore.
Oban has fishing as well and these two seem to have a used look about them.
We vanished into the modern terminal to await our ferry. We were off to Mull.
