Travel Blogs from Bowmore
... go Federer...oh bugger !)
We chose to worship at the temple of Lagavulin ...not just because it is so picturesque...but D&S feel they have invested so much in this distillery over the years that they wanted to view the scene of the crime!
... on a rock: I want to join them but irritatingly this beach looks crowded - two people are sitting on it, watched over by Snow White and the Seven Dwarves who have been stationed here in effigy. Never mind, I soon find a beach all to myself, where I can at least hear the seals barking.
The afternoon is wearing on now. I stop off at Kilberry to look at some medieval graveslabs from an old church. From the look of the armoured ...
... is that a word?) in 24 minutes. They
were a full car with the dogs and all of them and their gear, but I didn’t
mind, I wanted to walk.So I did, and I think I shocked Ruth a bit when I arrived
little more than half an hour later…by foot.But I went and sat.Back in my spot.And I sang. This time I sang actual songs.As loud as I could.Because I could.I ate my lunch (which had kindly been given to me from Ruth)
Today was walking day.And I don’t mean to the shop (ha, what shop.) but I mean to
the other side of the island.I’m in that really strange place at the moment where half of
the time I see the map in Aussie scale so I imagine distance to be a lot
further than it actually is. Which is going to be an issue when I get back.But yes, I walked around to the other side of Colonsay and
then had a short wait on some ...
... Which I shouldn’t have been! I have been around cows at a closer distance than that, and in a much more terrifying place. I was on a beach here, I could go anywhere. My cousins and uncle would be horrified at was a wuss I was being!
But I wanted to get back to safety (i.e. walking through the paddock they just came from to get to another paddock full of sheep. I don’t like sheep).
So what did I do? Held my head ...