15/05/2016 Howff Loch Feochan

Sunday 16th May

We head back to Drum car park for water and showers and Alastair chats to two guys on their Honda 50's or 'chicken chasers' as Alastair used to call them.   He's quite keen for us to get one, Lisa just can't wait to be poottling around on the back of one of those....

We stop at Fort William for petrol, gas and a cuppa and found a lovely spot by the sea, just past Oban, for lunch.  

The Atlantic Bridge

We head for the lsle of Seil and Tigh na Truish, the pub famous for being the place where Highlanders had to change out of their kilts before crossing to the mainland.  For wearing the kilt was illegal in those days.

The island is reached by Atlantic Bridge, a beautiful brick bridge covered in pink flowers.  As H climbs the bridge there is a heart stopping second when we can see only blue sky.  A charming pub with bench bar seats, awaits us.

Tigh na Truish

We are away from the main road, so  head back to find a layby next to Loch Feochan.  Alastair has become rather hirsute on our travels so, in the breeze next to the loch, Lisa uses the clippers to cut his hair.      We nearly have a Jo and Gary 'bacardi moment' but thankfully Lisa was able to disguise that patch.

Overnight Alastair dreams of Papay but it all seems so unreal already, a magical island that we discovered in the mist.