Yes, still in Scotland, heading for the coast, and our first hotel of the trip in Fortrose. But first, a stop for essentials in Inverness. For the first time EVER, Mrs RM and I had the same essentials in mind, as we spent an hour six minutes replenishing our wardrobes in the Eastgate Centre. That… Continue reading A PHOENIX FROM THE ASHES
Tag: Scottish pubs
A LOCH NESS MONSTER
Click bait ! Actually, I wanted to bring you Nessie, but my Mum failed to find the actual one I brought home from Inverness 30 years ago (of which more later). I’m sure the coast of the Loch is attractive, but when your sight is fixed on an endless dark blue lake it’s hard to… Continue reading A LOCH NESS MONSTER
SHANG-A-LANG
I’m old enough to have enjoyed Balamory as a dad, but too young to have appreciated the merits of the Bay City Rollers in the mid-70s. The Spiderman Musical OST was more my thing at 10. I only mention the Rollers as they were the only thing memorable about the Stronlossit in Roybridge, just south… Continue reading SHANG-A-LANG
THE WORLD DESCENDS ON GLENCOE
Mrs RM said she was bored of pubs. “I’m bored of pubs” she said. But, as we headed for Glencoe, an hour from Oban, it struck me that apart from admiring the scenery (difficult when you’re on your phone) or walking the hills (unappealing if it’s raining) there’s only really pubs and tea shops to… Continue reading THE WORLD DESCENDS ON GLENCOE
A TASTE OF OBAN
In the late ’90s a short-lived monthly glossy called “Taste” emerged, packed with articles on alcohol, drinking and pub crawls. I guess it aimed at the sort of territory “Ferment” covers, except that it made pub-going sound more fun than sipping from cans in your underpants. A typical article would see a mixed group of… Continue reading A TASTE OF OBAN
THE MISHNISH
“Where’s my Scottish pub !” you ask, tiring now of all this relentless natural beauty. HERE is your pub, the only one I saw in Tobermory with the Macdonald Arms seemingly closed. So let’s do the famous yellow one (someone painted it black a while ago and got lynched). The Mishnish seemed to have noise… Continue reading THE MISHNISH
LANGOUSTINES
Enough of that Scottish scenery, shows us some crustaceans, you cry. Possibly. Ellenbaich‘s days producing slate are long gone, it’s tours and long lunches now. And garden ornaments. We’d booked tea (or is it High Tea ?) for 17:30. I know, I hate myself. Looking across the stillness, I wondered how many other folk would… Continue reading LANGOUSTINES
SLATES
Well, this was idyllic. Camping on the slate islands in the Firth of Lorn, imagining I’m in the video for a Wings Christmas Number 1. The best photo comes from Wiki, courtesy of Michael Watson, who must be VERY tall to have got this shot; We opted to pay a tenner to park in Seafari… Continue reading SLATES
THE BRIDGE OVER THE ATLANTIC
Here’s some views for you, then. A bridge over the Atlantic, apparently, and a canon primed (?) to attack deliveries of craft beer. Oh, and a lovely garden in which to enjoy the mist descending. This is Clachan Seil, one of the most romantic sounding settings for a GBG entry which hove into view just… Continue reading THE BRIDGE OVER THE ATLANTIC
“Hey Google, play Glen Campbell”
One Twitter follower seems a little unimpressed by my coverage of the Argyll scenery so far, and they make a very fair point. But there will be some shots of the gorgeous coast, once I get through this run of five pubs in 5 hours (thanks Mrs RM). A mere 20 minutes from Kilmartin lies… Continue reading “Hey Google, play Glen Campbell”
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