The loss of chassis 23 was to prove a real body blow. After breakfast next day the journey started in earnest. We arrived at the ferry in Oban with half an hour to spare and met up with the two Land Rovers and Brian's silver Ibex 250. 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.