Managed to catch the early ferry (despite having to turn back for Dad’s infamous bubber roots!)
Ah, beautiful, blessed Mull. Lovely to see Liz Gibson and get a quick prayer to send us on our way.
Joe faithfully appeared at appointed times to feed us tea & pork pies & kitkats. Each time he was politely dismissed as Dad pressed on. And on. Our target destination came and went and too late I recognised a fanatical gleam in his eyes…
It was a day full of signs & wonders; doves (Columba) flying across our road; a crozier shaped cloud and finally a huge and brilliant rainbow as we reached Pennghael. Yes we did 20 miles. Praise God! Thank you St Columba and all you bright Angels.