Paul - who brings friendly nonsense (blur_kiwi) wrote,
Paul - who brings friendly nonsense

Scotland: Loch Lomond and beyond in pictures, and indeed, words

I set off for Scotland early. After all, it was quite a long way. By five o'clock in the morning I was on my way north. And let's face it, from Somerset it's quite a long way north. I had a very good run. By 7.30 I had cleared Birmingham, almost on the stroke of 9.30 I was in Cumbria. From there it was Scotland next. A little over eight hours and more than 700 kilometres after I set out, having sailed through Glasgow without a blip, I was parked up at a pre-determined campsite near Loch Lomond waiting for Rebekka and Philippe and Kyla, the VW campervan they had hired for a few weeks. I heard the distinctive sound of the bus and recognised them as soon as they turned into the drive. Kyla was of a 1967 vintage and a very basic old lady. It was wonderful to see my friends again, to exchange hugs and tales. 

Once we had sorted out the finer points of finding just the right place in the campsite and pitched my little tent we took a stroll just a few minutes beyond the site to the shores of Loch Lomond.

My first sight of Loch Lomond, with the sound of Runrig still ringing in my ears from the journey 'By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes....' The background gives you an idea of the weather and was a bit of a signpost to what was to come for us over the coming days. 

The haul of Guinness and cider I had taken up with me was well-received and allowed us to celebrate being back together in fine style. Also, because, as I said, Kyla was a very basically equipped campervan, the camping chair I took came in really handy, so much so that I left it behind when I left so that Rebekka and Philippe could have the benefit of it for the rest of their journey.


Since my visit to Switzerland earlier in the year, and having seen mine in action, Rebekka had got herself a digital SLR, not the same as mine, in fact much lighter, but she has certainly turned into a photography nut.


Just to show that the sun did come out occasionally. 

That evening we went into the nearby town of Balloch for a meal and a proper chance to catch up.

The next morning we drove along the west bank of the Loch to the village of Luss where we found a perfect little cafe for breakfast and wonderful views of the Loch.


And then it was on, through some fantastic Scottish countryside, over hills and through vales, along the banks of sea lochs (like this one, Loch Fyne) to.........


Two things caught my eye about this. The first that the chemists shop was still called an 'apothecary', but also that it was serving a very useful purpose right next to the whisky shop.

Mainstreet Inverary

Backstreet Inverary


Inverary Castle

From Inverary it was on to a little coastal village called Tayvallich. What a gorgeous place. It was just about the perfect setting for a campsite and the perfect stopping-off point for us. The view across the little natural harbour, as you will see below, was divine. This is Kyla and my little tent, which I should have turned through 90 degrees because of the wind. I learnt after that.

At the campsite they had these brilliant 'chalets'. Each one had a double bed and two singles in it. 

Tayvallich harbour

The village in rare sunshine.



And this is across on the other side of the peninsula at a tiny settlement called Carsaig.



The dark brooding mass in the distance is the island of Jura.

Next, onward through Kilmartin to Oban

Tags: rebekka, scotland, uk pics

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