A quintessential Scottish fishing town, Oban plays host to island-hopping tourists and enthusiastic walkers. The buzzing harbour sees trawlers and ferries press past the island of Kerrera and on towards the Outer Hebrides.
If I could travel north every weekend, I would. And if I could choose, I’d go to Camusdarach beach, between the small settlements of Arisaig and Mallaig.
Out of the four cities we visited (Florence, Venice, Rome and Milan) the Italian capital was my favourite. We were there for three days, our longest stay in any metropolis, and by the end I felt less of a tourist, and more… well, like an ex-pat. With our frayed (and free) hotel map, we couldContinue reading “Travel tips: Rome, Italy”
It’s been almost a month since I’ve written. Usually I hate leaving it that long – this blog is almost a diary to me – but I’ve got a good excuse! Not neglect or being otherwise occupied with work, but actually travelling! Instead of sticking to the familiar green coasts of Scotland, I’ve been exploring a country IContinue reading “Six hours of food, sun and getting lost in Venice”
As the crow flies, the canal-side village of Crinan is just thirty miles from us. Unfortunately (fortunately, really!) we live on the west coast of Scotland. The spectacular scenery here – bending sea lochs and skyscraper mountains – doesn’t lend too well to tarmac additions. The road stretches for almost eighty miles. Limbs freeze inContinue reading “Crinan, Argyll: A back-in-time road trip”
At the short end of a cobbled lane, Riverhill Courtyard opened its doors during the cold March of 2014. The Riverhill ’empire’ — the deli in Helensburgh and well-known coffee bar on Glasgow‘s Gordon Street — has expanded from cosy to Courtyard. It’s continental, cosmopolitan, and definitely more city than quiet Argyll town. Peeled back to the beautifulContinue reading “Lunching at Helensburgh’s Riverhill Courtyard”
It’s mid-March, end of the week. The car is scattered with birthday cake, a couple of rucksacks, walking boots, waterproof jackets. We’re heading up the south side of Loch Lomond, grey puffs in the sky slowly lifting as we fork left towards Oban. Four seasons in one day: windscreen wipers slice away hailstones; the nextContinue reading “A weekend escape to Oban, Argyll”
Today we celebrated Charlotte’s birthday. None of us are real ‘birthday’ people. We’re happier drinking tea over tequila; relaxing in a café as opposed to a club; tucking into a cake rather than a kebab. So, to commemorate Charlotte’s ageing in the nicest way, Zoe came up with the cake crawl.
A few photos of one of the most historically stunning places I’ve ever visited: the Mont St Michel, the UNESCO World Heritage gem that rests just off the coast of Basse-Normandie.