it says in Blogerama that this is a daily rant from the Scottish Borders. That is the Mission Statement.Sorry for the week's gap and don't blame the Borders. Mull is a fantastic place (see images later) but a bit of the Third World about it. Like 'A' Roads with a single carriageway and passing places-yes an A road no less. And parking places mostly filled with sheep so the choice was death by head on collision or by cold mutton. However I digress. The other unfirst- worldly thing was an almost complete absence of internet access for the visitor. Tobermory the vast and sprawling capital (Pop 800) had two computer terminals for public use, both permenantly occupied by scruffy stringy individuals with wispy beards you see on the covers of the Lonely Planet Guides and their male partners looking much the same. We lived on the wrong side of the island where mobile phones only worked when poked out of the window facing West at an angle of 45 Degrees and then betweem 6 am and 6-15. So Blogging -forget it. So I did. Sorry. Will catch up later. If spared
