On the bus across Mull

Spectacular scenery on Mull: steep, high hills or what I could call blunted mountains -- not quite craggy but not quite rounded -- with deep crevices and a stream in the midst of the valley.

The man next to me (from Ireland) pointed out the old road, running beside the current road and the stream, walked by pilgrims in years past and present, rather than taking the bus. He called this area "hugely uninhabited." Heh! It kind of looks like Wyoming, maybe?

My thoughts from NM about glimpses of things that are just on the edge of perception return here. First there were glimpses of mountains and the glen, now of the sea on the coast. Similar experience on the train up from Glasgow.

The scenery is real Scottish Field stuff, especially as we are going through at about the "golden hour."

Now a broad bay with rocky coast. Bunted mountains give way to more stratified, terraced hillsides. [Getting hungry. Have only had a pastry, cup of soup, some bread, and a chocolate bar today.]

Now the flattening coast begins to break up into islands. More houses and a few villages appear among the rock outcrops, somewhat like Galilee. Clouds are moving in as the sun sinks lower.