The Daily Diary of a Wandering Restaurateur
Comings and Goings
The first leg was just a ten-minute hop across Loch Linnhe from Nether Lochaber to Ardgour. Then we wound over the hills to Lochaline to wait for the second ferry across to Fishnish. I liked the warning sign at the ferry ramp! The main route to Mull is from Oban and the size of the boat reflects it. When I saw it coming, I couldn't figure how they were going to load and unload cars. A side door like the Victoria ferry? But then we watched the bow lift up like something from a bad science fiction movie and suddenly we understood. Very clever, these Scots ...
The Craignure Inn dates from the early 1800's and was about the only watering hole we saw in our abbreviated exploration of the island. The location is right by the ferry dock and the place filled up quite nicely as departure time approached. I must have had a prior life in England because I feel quite drawn to these old pubs. (There could be other reasons why I hang around bars, of course, but this is my story and I'm sticking to it!)
Looking at Oban through a light rain was other-wordly. If you could mentally separate yourself from the large modern ferry you were riding on, it was easy to feel like you were pulling in on a sailing ship sometime in the mid 18th century. Then we hit the afternoon traffic and the bubble burst!
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