more scotland

I’ve been on another Scottish holiday. This time to the islands of Islay (pronounced Iyla) and Jura. We chose the hottest week ever on the islands, or even in Scotland, I think.

Anyway, here are some photographs I took while there.

The first place we stayed was at an inn on the shores of Loch Fyne. A lovely position for a lovely inn.

The Creggans Inn

From here we went to look at Inverary Castle, the seat of the Dukes of Argyll, Chief of Clan Campbell.

An impressive Scottish castle
And another view.

We caught a ferry over to Islay. It took just over 2 hours, travelling down Loch Long, until docking at Port Askaig in the north of the island. From here we caught a bus to Bowmore, the capital of Islay.

The main street in Bowmore.

Bowmore is famous for its whisky. The hotel where we stayed actually belonged to the Bowmore distillery.

The excellent hotel where we stayed.

We had a room that had the most tremendous view across to Jura.

The Paps of Jura from our bedroom window.

And here is the harbour next to the inn.

Bowmore Harbour
The Bowmore Distillery

The next day we caught the bus back to Askaig where we caught a ferry, this time to Jura. The two island are very close together and the ferry only took 10 minutes maximum to cross. The natives don’t want a bridge though, as the bus driver on Jura told us.

We were planning to walk to a beautiful beach from the town of Craighouses. I say ‘town’, but both this place and Bowmore were scarcely bigger than villages.

Anyway, we set off for what should have been about a 3 mile walk. As we passed a cottage, a man was just going in and he warned us that the ‘clegs’ were out and we’d get bitten. We had no idea what these ‘clegs’ were. I assumed they were the midges that Scotland is infamous for. How wrong I was. Clegs, it seems, are nothing less than horseflies.

Image by Erik Karits from Pixabay

Now, I’ve come across these nasty insects before, when I used to ride, but only in ones and twos. These were in swarms. We took our hats off and walked for a while swiping at the little blighters, but eventually we were driven back to Craighouses.

Apparently they have the most painful bite of all the insect world.

So we sat in the hot sun, ate our lunch and contemplated the view.

On the day of our return to the mainland, we had to get up very early. Our ferry left at 6:50 and it was about a 20 minute drive. We’d ordered a taxi for 6:15, so were up at just before 5:45. What a sight greeted our eyes. A wonderful sunrise over the Paps of Jura.

After returning to the mainland, and collected our car, we had a beautiful drive to Glasgow, where we stayed for the night.

Sorry, Glasgow! Not impressed, even though we were on the banks of the Clyde near the new exhibition centre, dubbed the Armadillo, which I found underwhelming. It’s supposed to reference ships’ hulls, but I didn’t think it looked as spectacular in the flesh as it does in pictures. (I didn’t take a photo, and couldn’t find a free one, so if you want to see it you’ll have to look it up. Sorry.)

We walked to the centre of the city. Or at least what the map said was the centre, and it was where the main station was. It was packed with people, and little else other than eating places. No shops that we found. At a time of a pandemic, it was a little nerve-shredding being amongst crowds. There was litter around, too. The only place where there was any space to move without dodging people was the waterfront.

The following day we set off back to England, calling at friends and relatives on the way.

We’d had an excellent holiday, with fantastic weather. We’ve always been quite lucky in Scotland and keep telling people that it has brilliant weather! (I hope they take that with a pinch of salt, though.)

I would love to hear your views. Have you been to Scotland? How did you find the weather?

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3 thoughts on “more scotland”

    1. Thanks, Andrew. Glad you enjoyed them. I had a great time taking them. One advantage of digital photography is that you can take many pictures and only keep the best. Not like in the old days when you had to think carefully because it cost money to buy a film, and to have it processed. And the number of pictures was limited, too.

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