Mull Redux

I'm b-a-a-a-a-a-ck.

After a two-week journey, I've finally made it to Normann's Ruh on Scotland's Isle of Mull. I had a fantastic summer in BC, a great week in Winnipeg, followed by a fantastic week in Halifax. And now, Mull. For the winter.

With Ben the dog no longer with us, it will be much quieter. I won't have anyone to force me out for thrice daily walks. I'll have to motivate myself.

I brought a nice mix of warmer gear, especially for cycling. Now to find a bike!

I've only been on the island for a few hours after spending three nights in Oban, on the mainland. But it already feels like home. The weather is warm and I'm in shorts. But I know it won't last. The cold and rain aren't far off. Still, it's stunningly beautiful. Which is why I'm here.

I'm going to pour a glass of Shiraz and watch the sunset.

So blessed.

And so it goes...