What have I been up to you may be wondering. Well life has been busy and I knew I just wouldn’t have time to blog so decided the best course of action was to take a little break from it.
Oh and also I took my anuual pre-Christmas holdiay to Argyll.
I have been going up there, at this time of year, for around 16 years it is a beautiful corner of the world, and I find it a wonderful peaceful place to relax before the rush of Christmas, not forgetting of course that at this time of year it is free from the dreaded Scottish midge! This year the holiday started across in the Isle of Mull and we were treated to a Hollywood style sunset as we crossed on the ferry. Not to mention the seals, dolphins and porpoises – which I didn’t get pictures of. Apparently they have been giving the passengers of the ferry a great show all summer.
We stayed at a lovely hotel in Tobermorry; better know by students and children as Balamoray.
First day proper of the holiday and we were treated to a sunrise to rival the previous day’s sun set out of our bedroom window overlooking Tobermorry Bay.
Then we set off to explore the north end of Mull, somewhere I had never explored before. After ending up down a dead end and having to back up a considerable way in ‘Baby’ – good job the weather was fine and we could get the roof down, visibility out the back is somewhat restricted unless the hard top is on – we eventually found the Castle we were searching for perched high on the north end of Mull and looking out to sea. The trees tell there own tale about what the wind can be like in that part of the world, however there was hardly a breath to trouble us, the highland cows, the sheep or the standing stones we found.
The whole of Argyll is littered with ancient history and standing stones can be found almost around ever turn. A visit to Kilmartin Valley is a must for anyone visiting the area, burial mounds, standing stones, ancient forts and they don’t know what may still be buried under the centuries of peat!
The trip back to the main land wasn’t as eventful as the crossing to Mull but arriving at the cottage was the joy it always is. The weather was cold and wet, which is unusual – still managed to get ‘Baby’s’ top down on a couple of occasions however. I have come to expect cold frosty mornings and crisp bright days up there at this time of year, but never the less the rain didn’t spoil the holiday in any way. The strangest thing was seeing the trees all still looking so green and in full leaf, is this another example of global warming? I missed the colour pallet of oranges, reds, yellows and browns which paint the hills as if a child has spilt their paints over them.
