The Road to Tobermory

There’s a wonderful feel to the north of Na Keal

Lambs frolicking, birds flying free

By the top of the pass

I’ve run out of gas 

A sign says “slow” and I have to agree

I decide to head to Calgary and there to take a break 

The one in Canada’s bigger but this one’s not the fake

With a white sandy beach

Surely nosh within reach

But there’s nowhere selling coffee, let alone a piece of cake

At Dervaig I divert for the Byre

It’s a mile each way and higher

A welcome brew

Some tea bread too

But I leave not exactly full of fire

The scenery’s so amazing it’s becoming a bore 

Till I turn a corner and there’s Loch Torr

More climbs, more climbs 

I’m running out of rhymes

Versing while traversing can get to be a chore

Four people three routes, what can possibly go wrong 

If only one of those routes could be described as long

So far on this trip

There’s been hardly a blip

If this goes on much longer I’ll give Den a gong.

Elgol