Charlie, the Ancient Mariner. Wanders the streets of Oban mumbling in tongues. He was on the CalMac ferry back from Mull. Everyone shifted subtly away from him and I sat listening to his words cupping a hot chocolate. The only thing I could understand was” “I come from Iona”. I asked boat staff about this, but he didn’t seem convinced.
Charlie insisted on being the last person of the boat and was ordering me to leave.