Tobermory

I returned to the cottage at about twelve,and found Liz in the second stage of her morning ritual, that being sitting slouched over the table with her second coffee and her cigarette, meaning that she had already had her shower, At least I knew that once the second stage is over, she would get dressed, and after the next pause for another coffee and ciggy, she would blow her hair and put on her lippy.
Although the sun was out at about half strength, it was bitterly cold, with a breeze that went right through a person's bones, but that did not bother us in the least.
We had like any other tourist decided that Tobermory would be our first port of call, as it's beauty was known all over the world, and I was quite happy to go. We had to drive over the horrendously small road again, first to Salen, where we would join the road leading to Tobermory.
Tobermory , Tobar Mhoire (Well of Mary) takes it's name from the well and chapel of st Mary, as there once was a small Christian settlement, and some remains of that lies below the old graveyard. At the top of the cemetary, next to the old wall lies a grave with a hole through the tombstone that had fallen over. Legend had it that it was a bullethole from a grave watcher during the end of the last century who took a shot at the grave robbers who stole the recently dead and took it to Glasgow medical school to be used for research.This bodies was shipped to Glasgow in barrels of brine, and the lot who were busy around Mull at that stage called themselves 'The Resurrection Men'!

Tobermory was established in 1789 to encourage fishing, but it never lived up to it's potential, as Oban, just thirty miles away, was a much more natural fishing hub.
This is any romantic person's dream village, the colourful buildings and the charming shops giving it an atmosphere of old time living. There is a huge gift shop, where of course we spent a lot of ou rprecious time before we looked for a picnic spot to have a bite to eat. We had decided to take our lunch with on our excursions, as it was quite expensive to keep on eating in cafe's, but we had one coffee and a cake every day.Just outside Tobermory is the Tobermory Distallary, which is said to be the oldest in Scotland, and also the only one on Mull.