I traveled to the island of Mull during the summer of 1962 after visiting Lord-beverage. His godson was a roommate of mine in London as I did research at at Saint Thomas hospital across from the Houses of Parliament in London.

I hitchhiked from Northumberland, the estate of lord beverage, and took a ferry to the island. It had old ruins and sheep wandering the island but really very little else it was part of the Hebrides. The story gets interesting on the return. There’s a single road and I had hitchhike on a milk truck and anytime you encountered on coming traffic you have to wait in what’s called a layby, all of which delayed me so by the time I got to the ferry it had gone. I seemed desperate as I always was back then to proceed on my journey and learned that a mail boat was going out to intercept the ferry midway. I got a lift to the mailboat and was a board when it caught the ferry. I thought I was home free until I got off the boat in ToberMorey where the police arrested me suspecting me of bringing illegal material into Scotland. I was finally cleared in allowed to go on my journey.