It is very irritating the way that work insists on getting in the way of doing the things that I like to do, such as, in no particular order, building things with my son’s lego, rambling incoherently on this blog, and drinking red wine whilst playing the piano very badly. However, this year, to make up for last year’s holiday blip (week at parents – what was I thinking? More to the point, what were they thinking?), we have managed not one, not two, but three trips to Scotland, my favourite country in the world, owing to it being indisputably northern, and beautiful, and quite chilly, with a generally very poor blackberry signal.
Here are some highlights for your delectation. Clink on the first pic to view the slideshow and my scintillating commentary.
Chanonry Point on the Black Isle, where people mysteriously gather…
…to see this kind of showing off.
Fairly bleak day at John O’Groats…
Dog Falls (maybe?) at Glen Affric
In case you thought I was joking
Paddling at Loch Eck
MV Vital Spark at Inveraray
Walking on Westpoint beach, Kintyre, where we sprinkled the ashes of the Dog, whom we sadly lost over the summer. It was a lovely day and his favourite place. God bless you, you dribbley, growly, messy, loveable old boy. X
Isle of Gigha from the Killean Estate
On (one of) the Twin Beaches on Gigha. Amazing views of Jura, which I don’t appear to have captured, being somewhat occupied with stopping the Nipper from hurling himself into the sea.
Ferry back from Gigha
Cafebarge, Tarbert. Tapas, you say? In Tarbert? Si.
Arran from Skipness Beach. The Nipper, and New Dog, who is an idiot.
Arran from Skipness, as modelled by a lovely idiot.
Kishorn Seafood bar. Seafood platter. Oysters, mussels, squat lobsters, crab, langoustines. Do it.
Bealach na Ba, aka the cattle pass, aka terrifying road between Kishorn and Applecross. View from the top of Skye is totally amazing.
Applecross Bay, with Skye on the horizon xxx