A good mate from college hit his 70th birthday and invited us to join him on Mull along with a small group to celebrate.
We’d never been to Mull but love Scotland, so it was a good opportunity.
I like taking photos so I recorded the event:
It was a gloomy day to set out to Mull. We drove the three hundred odd miles and caught the ferry out of Oban – a nice little town situated in a bay.
Oban looked a bit dour in the gloom but it had charm.
Looking out from the harbour towards Mull.
Our first glimpse of the cloud enshrouded Isle of Mull.
