On the morning of our final day, we travelled west to Tighnabruaich, which is kind of pronounced tea-an’-a-brew-ish, which was apt, because the region had a lot of nice cafes etc. The island of Bute is across from the mainland town, beyond Loch Riddon in the patch of sunlight on the horizon photo and the Kyles of Bute in the green park close-up. The other photo is of a loch while travelling west.
As we headed farther north-west, I thought we might face questions about our human-star mixed relationship, but I was relieved to see there was no O ban in Oban, and my beloved star was able to shine as brightly as possible in the lovely coastal town facing the island of Mull across the Firth of Lorn.
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Listening to Klaus Schulze ‘Timewind‘.
Music is derived from the ancient Greek muse: Origin Middle English: from Old French musique, via Latin from Greek mousikē (tekhnē) ‘(art) of the Muses’, from mousa ‘muse’.
After the Sun and I’s marriage at Gretna Green we travelled north on our sunnymoon. Three orcas were supposed to escort us, but they spent too long enjoying Orkney, feeling at home, so they didn’t make it to the Firth of Clyde until five days later; a day after our return journey on the Gourock-Dunoon ferry.