El Loco y El Lobo

There is now coffee in #Wilcannia, @les4150 #rafftrip #roadtripnsw2020 (at Wilcannia, New South Wales) https://www.instagram.com/p/CE-YYX7jlno/?igshid=11hiqf2obyf99

I figure we've got 2 months max before Raff can get into the bathtub. https://www.instagram.com/p/B-xmp_jJNzN/?igshid=oxfo9ez06kzw

Tonight Rollo is watching the Adventures of Milo and Otis. You have to introduce your kids to the classics. #catsanddogs #dogswatchingtv #miloandotis #alaskanmalamute

There's no personal space, just the malamute embrace. #Rollo

Rollo, live from #Erskineville (at Erskineville Hotel)

Rollo presents another insane sunset at Sydney Park (at Sydney Park)

Spot the malamute #Rollo #furturtle #furtle #alaskanmalamute Note this is five different locations around the park in one afternoon (at Sydney Park)

Adjacent posts in my IG feed this morning! @nyrbooks (at Canada)

Rollo is just having his stitches removed after the front elbow surgery. #alaskanmalamutepuppy 10.5 months - 38.4kg (at University Veterinary Teaching Hospital Sydney)

at Lakeside at Mallacoota

Rollo and Logan napping together #catsanddogs #alaskanmalamutepuppy #tabby

#tbt A few days after leaving Scotland ten years ago today, Bondi and I found ourselves in Land's End as far as one could be in the UK from John O' Groats. For some reason there's a Doctor Who exhibition housed here... #landsend #johnogroatstolandsend #doctorwho #drwho #dalek #alaskanmalamute (at Land's End Landmark)

#10yearsagotoday On the other side of Mull, lies the much smaller island of Iona, a place of pilgrimage for many centuries, since an Irish priest, latterly known as St Columba founded a monastic community here in AD563. Breakfast at the B&B was graced by the appearance of a young stag, who bounded into the field by the dining room window, pausing for the guests' admiration, and then making a retreat as rapid as his entrance. The other guests were marshalls for the annual Tour of Mull car rally which had run over the preceding weekend, and were about to make their way home to Wigan. The drive across the island is less than 40 miles, but for non rally-drivers, it's a slow journey. We arrived just in time to catch the ferry over, this time leaving the car behind. The island is less than 4 miles long, and it's easy to handle on foot. Iona Nunnery was founded here some 600 years after St Columba's monastery. That monastery was replaced by a Benedictine abbey around 1200, and the building continued to evolve for another four hundred years. The Abbey is another 5-10 minutes' walk along the major spine of the island, and there's a small charge to enter the building and grounds. The building complex began to decay with post-Reformation neglect. Several waves of restoration over the last century have made it a working community project once more. I didn't find the church interior terribly impressive, but the stone carvings around the cloisters are quite memorable. We followed the path a little further, and then made a diversion up Dun I, the tallest hill, before turning back to the ferry ramp. The weather was holding out really well, and I dropped into a hotel for lunch (more Australian staff!), eating outside until a squall forced me to leave Bondi on the porch while I fled inside. The weather alternated sun and squall until we could get the return ferry, but I was rewarded with the most brilliant rainbow I've ever seen, arching from Iona to Mull. #Scotland2007 #scotland #iona #mull #alaskanmalamute (at Iona Abbey)

#10yearsagotoday We leave Fort William for the fourth and probably last time, with a view of the wind lashing the water down on the loch. Mull is theoretically only an hour away but weather and ferries will slow us down a tad. (Omits long rant about Scottish ferries.) Disembarking on Mull, there's a huge car line to board the ferry, but the road is not wide enough to properly accommodate cars going in both directions. Since the queuing cars are all properly on the road, the exiting cars have to try to not sink into the muddy verges that have taken a beaten with earlier traffic. Salen is 6 miles further on, and the sun starts to make a braver show. I locate the B&B and then we continue a little further up the coast to Tobermory. The road is another crappy single-track affair, the short drive made less pleasant by 4WD drivers who have no intention of soiling their vehicles with a pause on the verge, and locals (identifiable by license plates or commercial signage) who refuse to use the passing places. The worst was a sour-faced local approaching me in a pickup truck who deliberately drove out from a passing place, and sat in the middle of the road until I had reversed 100 yards to another passing place. Welcome to Mull! The multicoloured street frontage is postcard stuff, but there isn't much more to see, so after half an hour dodging the odd squall, found a pleasant cafe with free internet on the edge of town. Needless to say, the (lovely) staff were imported. Early dinner at Salen Pub, the bartender an Aussie lad from Tasmania. #Scotland2007 #scotland #mull #salen (at Tobermory, Argyll and Bute)