Mull thoughts from back home
Spent a few days on the Isle of Mull earlier in the month. As ever we hit lucky with the weather (our fourth trip and we haven't had a truly foul day yet) and left wondering why we don't just sell up and move there NOW. Yeah yeah, think practicalities. And very long winters.
This is Croig bay, west of Dervaig; little there now to show it was once the main harbour for cattle being shipped in from the Outer Hebrides on their way to the mainland.
This time I was struck by the many antiquities on the island. Here is a fine group of standing stones dating from the Bronze Age. The general consensus in the guide books is that Mull's first inhabitants settled here around 9,000 BC.
Mull is a magnet for geologists, whose studies are readily available in Mull's bookshops (both of them ... well it's not quite that bad, but the whole island has a population of little more than 3,000 - and it's a damn sight bigger than Manhattan!) These assume a 4.5 billion year old earth as a matter of course. It's not some wild conspiracy: neh, the earth is old so there's no God. It's just the scientific consensus. A YE creationist would have a hard time on Mull: the whole culture screams deep antiquity, archaeological and geological, and he can't hear it.