All good things must come an end as they say. But for me all good things will be great memories waiting for it to continue the next time.
Roy offered to send me to the Oban ferry terminal on his camper van and I gladly accepted.
After saying goodbye to Liz, we headed off.
Rain is forecasted the whole day. Oh well just another day in Scotland.
The Ferry to Mull was uneventful and soon I was on the road again biking the east coast of Mull.
It started to rain and stayed pretty much grey. Despite this there were some great sceneries and vistas along the way.
It really started to poured and I was properly soaked. The wind also picked up and it was too dangerous to hide. So I took refuge in a cafe for awhile and warmed up with tea and scones before heading out again.
On reaching the ferry crossing back to the mainland and towards Kilchoan, the weather was turning nasty. I am told to better catch the earliest possible ferry as the later part of the day the weather will be worst and cancellations are possible.
So I hoped on the first ferry from Tobermory. Thankfully it was a short ferry ride. The sea was getting rough.
The campsite was scenic but I suspect too open for strong winds. So I found the most hidden spot to pitch my tent and hunkered down for the night.
And boy did she blow tonight.