Ferryman. Mull to Ulva.

Went to Ulva today, a tiny island with a fantastic cafe on it called
The Boathouse. The two women that run it are both married
to fishermen. We had spanking local oysters and langoustines and
mackerel pâté with oatcakes. Of course there was space for
lemon drizzle cake and a pot of tea.

The little ferry really fucking struggled on the way back.

And isn't he a ferryman straight out of central casting?