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"Look at those buildings? I’ve never
seen such bright colors before on walls," Bonnie smiled.
"This is Tobermory. It’s on the Isle
of Mull. They are rather picturesque, but we’ve seen bright buildings
before. Remember Pittenweem?" Bruce said.
"Oh yes, but these are lovely colors.
Is this the main village on the island?" Bonnie asked.
"Yes and it’s a busy harbor as you
can see," Bruce said. The two butterflies were perched on top of a ship’s
mast. It bobbed up and down as the silent waves rolled in softly against
the harbor wall. "Bonnie, I think I’d like to go to dry land. I’m feeling
a bit seasick. This boat is rocking."
Bonnie laughed, "Hee hee, Bruce. You
get seasick. I’d have never guessed. I sort of enjoy this rolling action,
going up and down, up and down, up and down."
"Enough, Bonnie. I’ve got to get off
this ship," Bruce said, feeling green. He flew off and landed on the
harbor wall. "I feel dizzy."
Bonnie landed next to him. "You
haven’t got sea legs, Bruce. We’ll sit here for a while. This is quite the
harbor."
"I can tell you a bit about it, if
you’d like," Bruce replied.
"Sure, Bruce. I’d expect nothing
less."
"There is buried treasure in that
bay," he said.
"What?"
"Supposedly. During the days of the
Spanish Armada, in about 1588, a ship called San Juan de Sicilia was blown
up. It was supposedly filled with gold and treasure though none has ever
been found."
"Wow. What else is around here?"
Bonnie asked.
"Are you in the mood to see some
cheese? I heard there’s a farm inland that makes cheese. It’s a family
farm, with a Celtic name. They coat their cheese in green wax and black
wax."
"I’d love to go and see that and I
think you need some inland air to get your mind off the sea," Bonnie
laughed. They flew toward Sgriob-ruadh Farm. "This is beautiful. Look at
the cows! There are a lot of them."
"How else do you think they get
cheese, silly," Bruce chided.
"Let’s go to the barn," Bonnie said,
flying towards it.
"Most of the cheese is kept in a
safe place where it is clean and well guarded but now and then bits fall
onto the ground and all the little field mice come to gather them. Look at
them over there," Bruce said. There were several pieces of cheese on a bed
of hay and mice were crawling on it, nibbling away.
"They’re kind of cute, aren’t they?
Where there is cheese, I guess you’ll find a mouse or two. If I ate
cheese, then I’d do the same thing. Do you think there are flowers around
here?" Bonnie asked.
"We happened to fly over a field
filled with bright, sunny yellow dandelions. Should we go there?" Bruce
suggested.
"Let’s," Bonnie answered. They found
the field of dandelions. "Heaven," Bonnie sighed.
"I like this place. It’s not even
that cold here and look how blue the sky is," Bruce noted.
"We’ll have to come back here again
someday," Bonnie said. "Tobermory, Mull. I’ll make note of that."
They sipped dandelion nectar and
fell asleep on the soft, yellow, fluffy flowers. At least Bruce couldn’t
get seasick on them!
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