Monday, 7 September 2009

Oh ye'll tak' the high road

And I'll tak' the low road,
An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye......

.....and a wet road it was too, going to Connel, near Oban, for the first night of our trip to Mull. But it grew lovelier and lovelier as we drove into the highlands. Scotland suits rain, and a grey light; water becomes silvery, and the skies are visibly filled with changeable weather. And the infamous Scottish midge doesn't seem so keen to bite you and drain your life blood when it's raining.






We arrived at our B&B, to a warm welcome, a stunning view, and decor best described as floral; floribunda excessiva, even.





To my utter joy, there was even a crocheted loo roll cover.


We had dinner at a nearby restaurant, and watched the sun set. This stretch of water, Loch Etive, has the spectacular Falls of Lora, where two opposing currents, from loch and sea, are clearly visible, especially at a spring tide, encouraging hardy folk in kayaks and sensible clothing to do exciting and brave things. We thought we wouldn't bother, thank you. Instead, we opened our umbrellas, splashed our way back to the guest house and slumped in front of a blazing fire to watch tv before bed. Two happy campers.


After a comfortable night amongst all the pink roses, we had a substantial and very good breakfast, and bade our cheerful friendly host goodbye. I chose this guest house because online it had an uncanny resemblance to my mother's, sharing her love of flouncy floral bedding and a warmth and generosity towards its visitors, but I think it outdid her in abundance of floweriness and frills.

Not my taste at all, but I would happily come back to it again, for its homely, clean comfort, its roaring fire in the guests' lounge, and its pleasant landlord.



With the weather fairing up nicely, we set off for Oban and the ferry to Mull. The water was choppy, and, fearing a repeat of the Sydney Harbour cruise fiasco, I chewed crystallised ginger and tried to forget that substantial breakfast, having no wish to revisit it on the high seas.


Then we were expertly loaded into the bowels of the vessel, and off we went for our mini holiday, humming 'Marie's Wedding' and declaring that we wouldn't care about the weather, whatever it turned out to be.

4 comments:

laurie said...

crystalized ginger? never heard of that for queasiness. did it work?

and i agree with you on all those flowers and frills--not for our homes, but so cozy for b&bs that we visit.

rachel said...

Works a treat for me. And some people swear by giving their carsick dogs a gingernut biscuit half an hour before a journey.

liZZie said...

Thanks for taking us along with you, I look forward to the next instalment. No macrame plant holders? Why wasn't the loo roll holder in the shape of a poodle? Perhaps floribundi decor is de rigor when it's so dull and overcast outside. I discovered the benefits of ginger when I was pregnant. In chinese cooking its good for 'warmth'. I'll shut up now, but it's your fault! Your posts get me thinking. x

Frances said...

Hello Rachel, and thank you for you comment.

I am enjoying going along with you on the road. I'm not sure if I will ever have the opportunity to take that trip myself, and am delighted to see all this through your excellent photos and words.

xo

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