A couple of old derelicts...

And, in fact, three abandoned hulks, laid down beside the sea (oh, I do like to be beside the seaside...) on the road out of Craignure on Mull.

Having survived the not inconsiderable amount of liquor following yesterday’s football kickabout, we did our best to circle Mull on narrow gravelled roads with many necessary passing places.

It was so hot, however, that the tarmac was melting, as was Sheol in his motorcycle leathers. In fact my own bike gear had a bit of contact with the exhaust and I melted the main zipper! That’s not happened before... we gave up halfway round - only about sixty miles rather than the full 90 on Mull.

Sheol has already blipped the friendly third rider of one of the motorcycles on the Mull ferry, hence I haven’t led with the picture, but as an extra, this fellow was entirely accustomed to being a pillion passenger.