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About Hannah Morris:

My name is Hannah Morris, I am 20 years old and I live on the Isle of Mull. It is a small island on the west coast of Scotland. Just to give a description, Mull is the same size as the Isle of White, but whereas the Isle of White has a population of 150000, Mull is home to only 2700 people. The water is a tropical turquoise colour (yet defiantly not tropical temperature) and the sandy beaches are powder white, with no rubbish and rarely another soul about. There is a huge mountain range with the highest mountain, Ben More, rising 3,000 feet, that one day I will get round to climbing.
I live here not only because I love the people and I love the scenery, but because I have to. I do not function well in 'civilization'. It's always a big deal for me when I have to go to the mainland. You have to remember to lock your car, and lock the door and remember where you left the bloody keys, and no Hannah you're not meant to pull forward out of the way after filling up with petrol!

I have friends living on the mainland, they say Mull has a 'backwards' lifestyle, well call it what you want, Mull suits me. What don't suit me are tourists. Even though the majority of people here make a living because of them... we still hate them! You can spot them a mile off, well, your normally stuck right behind them, mainly because none of them have driven on single track roads before, or are too busy taking a photograph of a pretty highland cow as opposed to reading the 'passing places are for allowing overtaking' sign. There all the same- bike rack, the roof storage, and the kid's seat in the boot with two wee brats giving you the finger then hiding under the camping equipment.
But we shouldn't complain it's only in the summertime. We get peace and quiet all winter, but I dread waiting for the start of summer. It creeps up on you unexpectedly, you're taking the bins out when you hear "Excuse me?" you turn around to see a man with a camera and a bum-bag, and with a serious face he asks "how far is it to Balamory?" Of course he's referring to Tobermory or 'Tob', the main town of the island. Because of the brightly coloured houses the BBC thought it would be a great idea to film the children's TV series "Balamory" there. Some locals made a lot of money from this. There were 'Balamory' tours and an ex-boyfriend of mine used to make 'Balamory mugs'. It must be hell for the real inhabitants of the coloured houses though, tourists taking photographs and ringing the doorbell and asking "is 'Spencer the painter' in?"

One man who lives in the character 'Josie jump's' house, was even in the paper for telling a tourists child that Josie was dead and buried under his patio. It's understandable why folk have started painting over the original colour of their house. The Mishnish pub is now black, where it used to be yellow, and 'Miss Hoolie's' has recently been changed from green to blue. I used to stay with the Watson family directly opposite 'Spencer the painter's' orange house, the dad, Ricky, is actually a painter and decorator himself, and he keeps his orange van parked outside.
Often I'd be having a lay-in on a Sunday morning only to be awoken by hoards of Balamory bastards and they're equally as annoying guardians "Sorry Molly, Spencer must be out for the day" followed by "WAAAAAAA!".