Embarking the ferry brought many curious stares, as did disembarking, only now more so. Mull is hard to get to, and larger than you might think. Nobody lives there. Those that do seem to be mostly Yorkshiremen. The sheep live on the roadside, which is the safest place to stand.
Draught beer is scarce.
Shops are scarcer. Fuel stations are almost non-existent. The first evening, Friday, brought us all together in the bar. Refreshments were consumed in bulk, which lead to some unusual high jinx. I will say no more on this subject except that the evidence is on video, officer.