Bheir mi sgriob do Thobar Mhoire

Bheir mi sgriob do Thobar Mhoire
This entry is part 25 of 27 in the series Ag am ar bith - Ireland & Scotland 2019

2 September 2019

From the first time I considered visiting Scotland, I wanted to go to the Isle of Skye. I had seen some photographs of the Fairy pools, but managing to fit it in, with sufficient time on Skye, and without causing excessive driving distances, was a bit tricky. And when I discovered that the photo that I had based my Skye fascination on, was photo-shopped to death, the decision was easy. Let’s rather do the Isle of Mull.

The Jacobite steam train runs from Mallaig to Fort William. Along the way, it crosses the Glenfinnan viaduct with its 21 arches. It is possible to take a bit of a hike up the mountain behind the viaduct, and get a spectacular view of the viaduct, and, if you time it right, the train, as it passes over it. That’s if it isn’t pouring with rain, of course. That view would have to be a miss today. So we decided to take a little detour to Mallaig, before we head for Mull. Unfortunately, the visibility was not always quite what we had hoped for, but you still never really find yourself wishing for some beautiful scenery for a change.

In Mallaig, we spotted the Jacobite train ready to leave for Fort William. at some point, we tried to position ourselves along the route in order to take a nice photograph. Nope – Jacobite train 2, Mullers 0. So we headed for Mull instead.

We took a quick detour, a little bit further off the beaten track, to pay a visit to what is claimed to the Traigh golf club – a nine-hole golf club on the far western coast of Scotland. The quaint clubhouse is about the size of a single garage, but it does have an exquisite view of the beach. The weather was not quite conducive for a game of golf, unfortunately.

I’m not sure if I will be able to remember all the areas we drove through in Scotland. It felt to me like there was always some form of mountain or hill around. At times, you would see wide green valleys, with green mountains, mostly not excessively high. At times the mountains were more rocky, and the valleys deeper and narrower. Almost always, you would see some sheep dotted around. Lakes made things even more pretty. And at times, you almost felt like you were driving through a rainforest, with dense vegetation and moss-covered forest floors. And some sheep, of course. Just exquisitely beautiful.

A fifteen-minute ferry ride gets you from Lochaline to Fishnish, on the Isle of Mull. We found our accommodation, and headed for Tobermory, the ‘main’, and very beautiful village on the isle.

It’s still raining. It’s Scotland, after all.

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