No infection, apparently. Asthma. An increase in her inhalers.
Meanwhile, Jan had a day back at the hotel and pottering around Salen. I went to Ulva, which I am sure is ripe for a Limerick. It was a lovely ride over, punctuated by groups of people wielding binoculars and spotting scopes. There was a sea eagle on a lump on a hill. It took off briefly once while it was being mobbed by a buzzard and a hooded crow. The eagle was completely unconcerned by the crow, but every time the buzzard flew at it, it took a little jump and tried to deliver a passing peck.
When on Ulva I went for a pleasant walk but saw nothing more exciting than tadpoles, living a precarious existence in a pool about ten yards from a patch of sea weed. At the Boathouse, the coffee, cake and smoked salmon roll were all excellent.
On the way back I ran the gauntlet of more spotting scopes: both the sea eagles were soaring high. There were more divers, a pair of black throated and another of great northern. Later there was quite a crowd with their binoculars and spotting scopes pointing firmly downwards towards a patch of bladderwrack. There was an otter, basking in the shallow water grazing on whatever shellfish it could find. It had clearly met with some mishap or other as there was a very sore-looking pink patch on its tail.
So, a holiday not without its problems (Mrs. Wow's health) but very good weather-wise and no complaints at all about the array of wildlife on offer. Tomorrow we cover the 10.5 miles back to Craignure and then back to Oban and Edinburgh on Saturday, home on Sunday.
It will be B and B for us from now on.