Postcards in Peace

Spent most of the day looking after Zion (see extra at the local playground, which has a burn running through it), so the others could climb Ben More, Mull's only Munro. He seems rather proud of his hedgehog wounds - and to my relief, didn't mind holding a realistic version in one of the gorgeous gift shops here.

After their safe return, spent some peaceful time alone in Tobermory Hotel, writing postcards - old-fashioned, I know, but love the tradition of it - and having another wee dram of Ledaig, the local peaty whisky.