With an imminent wet spell forecast I decided to catch up with son on Luing – due to covid concerns and so-forth it appears I haven’t been back there since leaving the island for Comrie over 18 months ago. The X-ADV certainly knows the way to Oban and had me there in a jiff – she makes child’s play of road miles – but even so the mid-morning Costa coffee was very welcome.
Unlike the Calmac boats which are in disarray throughout the Hebrides at the moment – the council run ferry running between the Cuan’s was bang on time and had me over on Luing in jigtime —
All too soon my fleeting visit was over and I was heading back across the island for the mid-afternoon boat on my return leg and made it home to Comrie in time for dinner. With 180 miles under the wheels – not a bad way to spend a summer’s day —
from-a-distance 