As you can see it was quite a picture, this was the local beach...in Scotland, well actually the Isle of Mull. We stayed in a Mhairi's cousins cottage on the island and this is the beach that was a few hundred metres down the road. Absolutely spectacular. I got sun burnt up north.
We were in the middle of nowhere. The main road was a single lane with occasional passing places. Once you had confidence that the likelihood of passing another vehicle was pretty minimal you were able to cross the island in a reasonable time. Otherwise the 20 mile trip takes over an hour. As you can imagine the roads are a bit windy.
The scenery on this island was amazing. I had never spent any time in the western part of Scotland (by choice - as an Englishman - its not my first port of call). But I can reluctantly recommend a visit.
This is echoed by Russell and Helen who joined us for the week. And without their
company how
parents would have remained sane is beyond me on an island that has no supermarket, swimming pool or any form of release. So thanks guys.
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