Travel Blogs from Bowmore
A Calmac ferry hop (well a couple of hours' worth of hop) over from Kennacraig, West Loch Tarbert to Port Askaig on Islay (pronounced Isla by the locals, and , incorrectly, Islay by poms!)
We're staying in a delightful little Inn/guesthouse at Ballygrant, where the ...
... and the southern Hebrides. It is therefore quite painful on those two or three occasions each year when a piece of mountain deposits itself on the road; today however both carriageways are open.
At the top of the pass I stop at the car park as usual to take in the view. Alhough only 245 m above sea level it feels quite high, especially looking down at the old 1740s military road: this follows the river valley most of the way ...
... into the car to hop on the boat,
and George and I walked on. We were both staying at the same hostel so we were
going together. Yay for not walking on my own.It was nice to have company, and even more so someone who
completely got my tacky sense of humour.We went up and stood on the top deck and watched Colonsay disappear
into the distance. While we were up here, George asked how I got on with my day, and ...
... threw me.When we crossed the water, it was still about half-way up my
calf and most people were either barefoot or in wellies.And walking slowly.One lady had an umbrella. And it looked ghostly. Just a spread out group of people slowly wading their way
through water with umbrellas towards a small island.Had I not been aware that I was alive, I would have imagined
this to be walking to the afterlife. It was creepy.But when we got ...
... br abp="1238">And I was cut of mid-sentence by George who left me shocked by simply saying “So you need a husband?"
I had no idea what to say! Yes, No, Are you kidding, What the heck, Have you gone mad, Huh? But his mum surprised me even more by asking an even better response question that I had!
“Are you offering?” Ha! The most epic thing to ask! I think that shut him up. But if I still want to live here and ...