we spent a wonderful afternoon at Tobermory, and the picturesque little village again impressed me by it's wonderfully friendly shopkeepers, and the lovely tea we had, not outside as I would have preferred,  but it was cozy inside the pub, and sitting in the welcoming heated place looking out at the grey sea that was rolling and hissing as if it wanted to break free of the walls on the pier and swallow us all, was nice!
We actually wanted to take the small boat that took tourists to see Fingal's cave on the small island of Staffa, but the sea was too rough, and it wasn't going out that day. It was quite a disappointment, as Fingal's cave can only be viewed from the sea.
From there we went on to Bloody Bay, where we had a look at the vuurtoring and on to the Glengorm standing stones. The standing stones always gave me a strange feeling that there was something unreal around me, not a scary feeling, just a kind of excitement, or strange expectancy.
From there we went on to Dervaig, from where we took a small road passing Kilninian Parish Church, then onto the road passing loch na Keal, but on the opposite side from little Staffa cottage, and then to Salen, then on to Craignure.
It had rained a lot through the day, and the terrain around the Sheilings were soggy, and muddy! As we needed raincoats and waterboots to get to the ablution block, and I had a pair of mud resisting hiking boots  it was decided that I would fetch some meat from the freezer, and we would cook in the Sheiling. By the time we wanted a shower and needed the toilet, it was still raining cats and dogs, and it was a bedraggled Liz who, covered in a jacket and raincoat, pants rolled up to her kneees, and shoeless, legged it over to the ablution block! I also left my shoes off in sympathy with my friend, but after a wonderful hot shower it took a lot of courage to brave the torrents of rain and the cold muddy water to get back!
Liz had decided that she was also sleeping in the big room, her room also very cold, so she made herself comfy on the extra bed that was just in front of her bedroom, her dogs on either side of her. We put the gasheater's temperature on high, and after laughing about the sprinting for the ablution block barefooted, and discussing the next day's agenda, I took up my book, and Liz and dog's went to slumberland!
I have heard some snoring coming from Liz's room before, and just closed my doors to cut off the noise, but just how bad it was I never knew until that night! Maybe if it was only Liz making sawing and gulping noises all would have been well, but when the two dogs joined in, I was shocked out of my drowsiness brought on by my reading!

It was like a badly directed choir of hoarse people, all going off onto it's own note, Liz being the conductor, her snores building up to an earsplitting crescendo before she started gulping like a fish out of the water, maybe for breath! I knew I would not close an eyelid with that caterwauling, so I took one of my over- the -counter sleeping aids that usually helped, but I don't think there was any antidote against that trio. I lay awake for bally hours, then grabbed my bedding, donned my raincoat, and legged it over to the communal sittingroom, where I lit the fire, made myself cosy on the divan, and promptly went to sleep.
Liz was extremely agitated when she woke up and found me gone, and came looking for me, hair standing like two horns around her face, looking like the devil himself standing there scowling at me. She just would not believe that her and the dog's snoring kept me awake, stating that she had lain awake half the night listening to something walking around outside the sheiling! I told her flatly that she dreamt all of that, upon which she flounced out of the room and went to brush her teeth!