Winter in Mull. When the sun was shining there is nowhere better to be. The hebe in the garden is flowering.
Walter was looking for Farmer at the office door.
The hens were on the wrong side of the gate.
Today I had to drive to Tobermory in the late afternoon to collect M from an after school club. I think I met 2 cars in 15 miles. Calgary beach was deserted.
The sun was beginning to go down over the Mishnish Lochs.
Tobermory seemed so still and quiet but for a fishing boat gently steaming out in to the Sound of Mull.
