this is the same day that the hosepipe ban comes into force in
Cumbria. We had considered going for a sail but the sound of the
battering of water off the cabin roof dispelled all those thoughts, so
we hunkered down and read a few more chapters of our books. By two in
the afternoon it had passed and the sun shone so we rowed ashore and
walked over the hill to the Bridge over the Atlantic, so called
because the tide runs both ways under it as Seil is an Island. There
is also the famous Tighna Truish Pub, so named as the place where
highlanders, forced by the English from wearing their skirts kilts
changed out of their trousers when heading onto the Island. We spent
the night at anchor and watched the sun dip below the mountains of
Mull. What a wonderful country, how could we live anywhere else?
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