Sorry, but t’s impossible to be in Tobermory without humming the theme tune from that well-known children’s television programme.

The sun started to appear on the way and, by the time we had reached Mull’s most famous town, Tobermory was at its sparkling best.



We parked easily along the harbour and noted again how civilised this part of Scotland is with regard to parking.  No pay and display, no yellow lines and no restriction on how long you can stay.  It must make for a relaxed place to live, let alone visit.

The town of Tobermory was founded in 1788 with the engineer, Thomas Telford, at the helm but probably a good idea to let the photos tell their own story…




DSC_9357DSC_9358DSC_9360DSC_9364DSC05952DSC_9369CSC_9379DSC05957DSC_9383Tobermory Distillery was founded just 10 years later!

DSC_9374We popped into the Bakery again and this time had sandwiches and cake – fantastic value and very high quality.

After photographing virtually every angle of this oh-so-photogenic town, we got ready to drive off, when a chap who had parked his motorhome behind Bessie, knocked on the door and asked if Peter could help him adjust his new reversing camera.  Such is the camaraderie of motorhomers that he knew he would be confident of receiving some help.  Peter, of course,  obliged, and a few minutes later we were on our way.

We decided to take the high road out from Tobermory to Dervaig and then on to Calgary again.  From here we made the decision to tackle the hairpin bends of yesterday – this time in reverse.  This meant that we were mainly coming down instead of going up.  Quite scary still but at least I was on the inside!


One of the many waterfalls in this area

One of the many waterfalls in this area

Gorgeous Scottish bluebells

Gorgeous Scottish bluebells

We stopped at the place where we had seen the Sea Eagle yesterday and scanned the skies for evidence of his presence but drew a blank.  We heard later from one of the other campers that he had made an appearance in the same place earlier today, rewarding another crowd of onlookers.

We have had to move into a different spot on the campsite tonight and, in fact, it is a better one.  There are a couple of ponies nearby and we were treated to an even more dramatic sunset than last night’s.


We’re moving on tomorrow to the simple campsite on the west coast opposite to Iona and Staffa and we’re keeping our fingers crossed that the promised sun will once again appear.