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It was a tiring evening with Benny that just did not want to calm down, and after us having being out walking the whole day, all I at least wanted was to have some peace, so we finished a bottle of red between us while I was cooking, and self, never drinking a lot was trying to drown the noises coming from Benny's throat, was taking in much more alcohol than what was good for me!
By the time the food was ready, we were both quite mellow, and Liz was as calm as Lizzy could be, she of course being a highly strung and nervous woman!
But the next day she slept very late, and looked like death warmed up when she at last got out of bed, then sat slumped over the table sucking her cigarette into one red coal in one pull! She had almost no sleep with Benny, but, she said, the moment the first light showed through the window, Benny stopped his funny behaviour and went to sleep, and she could at last close her eyes and have some rest!
We had decided to spend the day just walking around where we were staying, as Lizzy just did not look in any condition to be galavanting all over the place. So we walked up the road to where there was a strectch of beach, as I have read that a lot of fossils could be found there. Liz was concerned about her dogs, as Benny was upsetting Stout also with his incessant growling and barking. We thought that all the strange noises up the mountain, and around us, and which we just couldn't hear was the reason for Benny's strange behaviour.
On the way we saw a huge rock about thirty or forty meters from the side of the road, with a small wall kind of coming out from under it, and we wondered what it meant, as it did indeed look very strange.
We spent a happy afternoon hunting for fossils, which we did not find, but I picked up the most beautiful sunbleached shells, with awesome patterns made by what I supposed was some small worms or something like that, who made their homes on the shells, and died when the shells were deposited on the beach.
Back at the cottage I perused a guide book about Mull that was left for the guests's benefit, and found the most heart rendering story about the big rock and the small wall. This rock is called Tragedy Rock. Under where this rock lies today, during the late eighteen hundreds, stood a small house that was let out to a shepherd from the Ross of Mull, who was getting married to a local girl. Apparently the day of the wedding was not pleasant, as the weather was foul, with heavy winds and lots of rain. But the ceremony went well, and later that night the couple slipped away to their new house to start their new life, but their happiness was of short duration, as disaster struck!
A huge boulder got loose, and rolled down the mountain, crushing the wee house with the newly weds into the ground! It was such a sad story, and I cried when the next day we stopped to have a better look, and I saw a few scraggly flowers along the wall, still trying to outlive this tragedy. Very Sad!