A short break on Seil

Of course Seil is nice. Why would I go there otherwise. Only, and take note of this please, this is OUR special place. OUR secret and all that so don't get any funny ideas and book a holiday there yourself. There's too many peoples there already [in some parts - not OUR part, obviously] so we claim the adjacent wonderful area of the mainland too.

 Road

Eve enjoying the road

A bit like this man who arrived at the Seil harbour at Easdale  in his yellow and white RIB from Jura which he partially owns. I fully expected PM Cameron to disembark from the RIB but instead it disgorged a rabble of Barbour/ tweed clad beings be-topped with deer-stalkers and the women carrying toy-dogs don't you know. Doug, for it was he who was driving the water-borne bus parked the RIB out round the corner and the beings tramped off weighed down by their importance and large binoculars. Only to return a few moments later.

"Doug"
"Doug" the man seemingly in charge shouted to the boat-driver.
"Doug, you pillock. You've landed us on the wrong island"

And indeed he had. They re-embarked and tootled off to Easdale and the Puffer pub for luncheon. But it has to be said, not before offering Eve and myself a lift over there. We declined with thanks and took the council run boat a few moments later. The food at the Puffer was excellent BTW.