7 - MULL
A winter view of the final part of Ifor's route up. Photo Steven Fallon
5.0 miles 950 metres
Start Tuesday 15.05
Ben More 15.54
Finish 16.14
Time: Estimated 1.16 Actual 1.09
Ifor writes:
Mark drove me from Glen Coe to Corran ferry where we waited 5 mins. Craig then drove to Mull ferry at great speed apart from when there were cows on the road. He drove straight to the front of the queue and backed up to the front! We then had to wait 35 minutes – the crew were at lunch! Craig looked at the timetable and worked out we could spend 1.45 on Mull and get ferry back. The ferry left 5 mins late and we then drove to the start of the leg, half on main road, half on single track. Most of the main road you could do 90+, Craig then did similar on the straights of the single track.
Ran hard up to beat Eddie's time. Did, then hard down. Very good run we looked like making the boat 8 minutes less than scheduled. Craig set off at his usual good pace until we got behind a learner but we soon got past him. We got to the boat to discover that it had left 8 mins before, Craig had misread the timetable. We had to wait 35 mins again. I had a haggisberger while we waited.
We got straight on the Corran ferry as last car on. I then drove across the bridge to drop off Craig. We got lost in the car but got to the road end okay.
Peaks done 50 Hours elapsed 57 Peaks to do 227
The mothership then moved off, no doubt via the pub for a peaceful night on Rannoch Moor.
Graeme writes:
The cloud lifted after my run and the afternoon developed into a nice day while we headed round to the car park at Corran Ferry but I was becoming increasingly groggy and keen to sleep after two nights on the hill. Thankfully we were able to stay put for a few hours so I managed some kip in the blackened out van. I did feel more rested but my body clock was completely out of synchronisation leaving me feeling bewildered.
An open air food party had obviously taken place while I'd been out for the count and as I gorged on the more than abundant leftovers I watched the entertainment of the relay members scurrying around over the Corran Ferry and pier rattling their collecting tins. Luckily they weren't rolled over by a madman driver in a red montego who came tearing off the ferry and up the pier Stig Blomquist style overtaking everything in front of him. I'll say no more.
It was soon time for the nomadic relay animal to move on and that meant Eddie and I taking the van south to Glen Creran. Although a beautiful evening we sheltered in the van to avoid the hordes of midges outside. During this time I accumulated masses of knowledge concerning the pros and cons of different vegetations when used as a substitute for toilet paper, Eddie certainly seemed to have a wealth of experience in this matter.
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