More about Hannah Morris

Nowadays I have my own house in Tobermory. The alarm on my mobile either wakes me up at 9:30am or my mother does by phoning the house by 10:00am because I'm late for work. I run my own B&B called Driftwood, well I'm not doing breakfasts so it's really just a B. Once my twin room is turned round I drive to my mothers house 5 miles out of Tob, this is where Arle Lodge is.

With Driftwood, Arle Lodge and my mothers self catering apartment I reckon we could quite comfortably accommodate a small third-world country.
I spend my day cleaning toilets and bins and taking bookings. Each day is different; I can end up making between none - 38 beds in a day! My mother does all the laundry, if anyone else dares help; they're likely to get a blast of industrial £10-a-can cranberry air freshener in the face. It astounds me how some people have the nerve to leave a guestroom in some of the states I've seen. Do they not realise that another human being is going to have to empty that bin? Calling all you non-flushers out there! We do not employ robots to clean your stuff here, nor do magical fairies whisk away your used condoms!! Fair enough I have no problem cleaning up after my own crap or a pets, but these people are able bodied and should take responsibility for those soiled undies hanging in the bathroom. Day after day of batting with the unflushed, the unsavoury and the unthinkable, I'm worried for my health!

Hamish is my mother's pet sheep. It aggravates me that Hamish is always never to blame. He's the favourite child. My mother rubs it in, although there are no pictures of me about the house, she has several of Hamish, the most annoying is the gold framed, life-sized photograph of his google-eyed face hanging on her bedroom wall.

I remember the day he arrived. It was April and it was misty outside. The doorbell rang and it was Harry the farmer. He had this tiny white ball of wool under his arm; he asked me if I wanted it. He'd given me other orphan lambs before but they don't fare well away from their mums, I'd named them all, and tried my hardest to keep them alive, using vodka bottle with a teat. I'd be up every hour throughout the night bottle-feeding, but none of them made it and it broke my heart to see them be buried in the garden. Even after all that I was still willing to try with this one. Hamish was different to the other lambs, he was so lively. He was so soft with gangly legs and blocks of wood for feet. He's always been a comedian. One of his favourite routines is to break in the house, leading you in a chase around the kitchen table, and when the time is right, he makes a break for the living room, jumps up on the sofa and wees! Once he has accomplished this he pauses, calmly jumps down and trots out the door.

I love Mull and it's weather, I love the fact that when your looking out at the sea and the mists come down, the island could have become detached from the sea bed, and could be floating anywhere - or any when. There are so many places here where it looks as if its 1880, or it still is! The weather sometimes changes every 20 minutes; you can be sitting in hot sun one minute, then rainbows, then hail! Long 'dreich', miserable days are the worst, but as Billy Connolly says "there's no such thing as the wrong weather, just the wrong clothes!"