Oban

Oban is a big town on a little cove (so it seemed) on the coast. Its principal purpose, so far as I could tell, is 1) to serve as a holding area for thousands of tourists (ourselves included), 2) be the site of the Oban distillery (which we skipped; Oban is a good Islay, but no distillery tour nor Scotch could top Kirkwall and Highland Park), and 3) be the jumping off point for tours of the Isle of Mull and Iona. There were scores of RVs circling the narrow streets, looking for parking, particularly over-night parking, including us.

We lucked-out, totally, with this almost-level spot...

Over looking the harbor

Just a few hundred yards from the ferry-port from which
this vessel would take us, next day, to the Isle of Mull

We spent the afternoon and evening walking about the
town, purchasing our cruise tickets, shopping and examining
restaurants (finally opting for a shellfish extravaganza I put
together on the wharf)

We have been having a running discussion about
the proper use of the word scotch, I insisting it refers only
to a certain beverage and is a noun, Vicki, that it refers to
anything Scottish and is (also) an adjective; above is her
Exhibit A; it is also Exhibit A in my subsidiary argument that
not all Scots are well-educated and that some have succumbed
to popular if ignorant usage; the discussion continues

Note the "Afternoon Fish Tea"

Next morning, we are aboard the ferry, bound for Mull,
watching the loading of turbusses

Sailing out of Oban's harbor

And on to the Isle of Mull