It's shortly after midday and the
engine of the CalMac ferry MV Isle of Mull is beginning to bleed. A fluid the colour and consistency of olive oil pulses along the outside of a stretch of black rubber hose and slides on to the vibrating floor.
Two decks above, 50 windswept passengers peer across the choppy Firth of Lorn at Lady Rock, where a Highland laird once chained his wife, unaware of the mechanical anarchy breaking out beneath their feet.
One deck higher still, chief engineer Andrew Millar is about to sit down for lunch when the telephone rings. A muscular figure, with cherry-tinted cheeks, white boilersuit and a charcoal moustache, he could easily be
for a snowman or a
GPS tracker circus act.
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