Ardnamurchan or bust
The getaway is underway, breakfast in front of fire. Windy now, no doubt due to square sausage and tattie scone. (Tyndrum cafe)
After breakfast I then drove to the furthest West one can go on the mainland (which is further west than Lands End before you wonder) a headland called Ardnamurchan.
From there I had a ferry crossing to the Isle of Mull, with waves crashed over the front of the ferry then all over me and the car… now I am sat in the hotel about to partake in afternoon tea.
the following morning I set off back towards home (as this was a flying visit to Ardnamurchan), and I needed to get back to my parents. The trip back involved the large ferry back to Oban and the mainland.
So there I am in Glassgow, 665 miles down and blow me down fuel light came on. Quick dash and splash and we are back to full tank with 40 ltrs? The tank is 60 its a naughty fuel light. Must not grumble car recons 63mpg so far. By the end of the day I am back home 950 miles done in 48 hours and a good “blow the cobwebs out of my hair” drive.