Bumpy buses with no opening windows are not ideal for photography but I always think I’ll have a go and sometimes things turn out tolerably.
At other times, particular under the cloud cover which made it quite dark, it was hard to get a sharp photo, but the insulator laden poles reminded me of earlier days. In fact, I hadn’t thought about them but you don’t see them much now. There was a time when roads and railways were lined with wires. What has happened to them all? I suppose the one twisted wire seen here has taken the place of them all.
At Aros a seafront castle could be seen. Well it could if you waited long enough!
And so to Craignure.
The ferry, ‘Isle of Mull’ was arriving but we had decided to have a gentle couple of hours whilst we awaited the next ferry. As per usual, our holiday had been a headlong dash and a gentle couple of hours was much appreciated. Craignure is very small, but it has a pleasing church.
There is also a tourist steam railway where we hoped there would be a cup of tea on sale. There wasn’t but we had coffee in the flask.
The loco, Victoria, ran around its train
I have left the other photographer in the photo because behind him is the ferry.
We both seemed to feel that we were not entirely welcome at this station because we were not intending passengers so we put some money in a collection pot and left. Tourist railways really should be welcoming.
Now I have no excuse for this photo, except the hurry to take it. You may recall we had seen a seaplane at the Kerrera yacht basin. This was it, or another like it, up in the air.
We strolled out on an old jetty from which we could see the now ship free ferry quay.
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A man was wheeling his canoe across the low tide seaweed.
The same chap is just visible on the end of the jetty we had been on. We had asked him if the pots hanging off this pier were his, for we could see that they had contents – crabs. He told us they were not his, but he went and pulled the basket pots in to have a look. Really, I took this picture for the diffraction of the water waves round the pier – straight waves becoming curved.
It’s the Ardnamurchan peninsula across the water.
As we passed the ferry quay, we noted the dual language signs – English and Gaelic.
We decided, as we were very close, to head out to Java.
There was a pleasant looking sandy beach but it was inaccessible to us. The green weed covered stones were treacherously slippery.
