After an all day drive around Mull and finding we had nearly an hour to wait for the ferry, we plugged up to the CCS unit opposite the pier behind the convenient conveniences. I was going to have a top up to about 60% but before I knew it we had almost 90% and nobody else waiting.
The ferry “Isle of Mull” swept serenely up to the ramp, we rolled onboard in majestic silent convoy with a few other green stripe vehicles and set off for Oban. The cafeteria supplied a freshly made mac’n cheese for my CPWMBO and an absolutely delicious chicken curry with fresh rice for me.
So we had nothing to do at eight fifteen pm when we rolled off the ramp but thread together all the wonderful, deserted, twisting hundred miles home. There were two guys walking a dog in Taynuilt and a couple of tankers from Grangemouth trailing Dino juice for those remaining poor chuggers that persist in using it to get around ?. Other than that the road was ours ?