Day 7: in which I retire to a monastery (island)

I awoke with my usual early morning vigour and jumped in the shower. The thing had another box on the wall, which made a hell of a noise. Turns out it had a pump inside to give extra power, and it was certainly a powerful jet. Michael and his Mum were still setting out breakfast so I went for a brisk constitutional around McCraigs tower. A rabbit ignored me as it vandalised the gardens. I Continue reading Day 7: in which I retire to a monastery (island)

Day 6: northwards bound again

I was sad, once again, to be leaving Islay. I pottered around the hotel room for a bit, idly picking up and discarding items to pack. Then I realised I’d better get a move on if I was going to see anything before catching the ferry. My original intention had been to push north to Oban via the island of Colonsay. But it turned out – I hadn’t read the small print – that the Continue reading Day 6: northwards bound again

Day 5: in which I do the Corryvreckan run in two under par

Some would say that going 5 days without seeing rain in Scotland is good going. Frankly, coming from Almeria, it’s a bit disappointing. I was going to the neighbouring island of Jura. It’s separated by a mile or so of water from Islay – a nasty bit of water which rushes past at high speed with the tide. I’d originally planned to explore the paps of Jura. Martin Coventry stiffly notes that the name comes Continue reading Day 5: in which I do the Corryvreckan run in two under par

Day 3: in which our a hero almost loses a glove

I was sad to be leaving Arran. It’s a lovely island and as I wandered through Brodick in the early hours of the morning waiting for breakfast I thought about how resilient these islanders are. For example take this one business which rents out Cycles, locksmithing services and sign writing services. All from his front room.  And people are very friendly. Everyone waves as you pass by or stops to bide you a good morning Continue reading Day 3: in which our a hero almost loses a glove

Day 2: in which our hero forgets his comb

I awoke early and slipped out of the silent hotel eager to explore the island before breakfast, which you were remembered doesn’t start until 9. Some people are greeted by seals when they come to Scotland. I got this:  Dealing with the cards that life gives us I poked it for a bit then carried on. The sea was like a millpool and put the Mediterranean to shame in the pale grey light Before the Continue reading Day 2: in which our hero forgets his comb

Day one – in which our hero is rebuffed by a hire car company

I’m currently on a ferry in the middle of the Firth of Clyde. A gorgeous sunny day about 20 degrees although the winds a bit strong. So how can I have free Internet access which is equally as fast as what I have in Los Gallardos?  Yes I’m back in Scotland and heading off to the Hebrides.  Faithful readers will remember how super Turre refused to sell me an otter protection device last time around; Continue reading Day one – in which our hero is rebuffed by a hire car company