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We are discovering the wilds of Scottish Atlantic Coast weather and are very happy to be in one of those older style hotels which have numerous rooms in which to relax and experience the viciousness of the storm while staying warm, dry and sipping a glass of red or cup of tea depending on the time of day. Last night, the storm and wind lashed the windows. It was really quite spectacular to watch how the harbour changed. And as Rob said 'there really is nothing between us and the ocean.' The weather even brought the larger fishing trawlers in last night to take refuge from the storm. Currently, we are in Oban a seaside village from which we could easily access the isles, but the seas are very high so I don't think we will be venturing to the Isle of Mull or Skye. it is a shame, I feel quite a longing to see them and explore the far north of Scotland. it must be my Scottish heritage coming to the fore. The B&B we stayed in at Loch Lomond was wonderful. Perched above the Loch and over gardens it afforded expansive views of the water and the mountains. It had been built to capture the view. The dining room had floor to ceiling glass which drew us into the natural setting and spring garden colours below. The low cloud, mist and light rain reflected in the water - an icy grey which occasionally captured the movement of light. The bedroom had the same aspect, so the falling rain and temperature were very bearable. Actually I think travel weariness has caught me, so the inclement weather and slowing of pace has come at a most opportune moment. After Loch Lomond we trundled north through the Scottish Highlands and again through the wind, falling rain and mist caught glimpses of desolate, foreboding snow capped peaks. The weather complemented the sense of isolation. By the time we reached Fort William which reminded me in its tiredness of Katoomba visibility was extremely limited and the mist had rolled in. And so we turned southward, abandoning the idea of further northern travel. Oh well, another time. We followed what was meant to be a most beautiful coastal drive to Oban - but we really saw little of it. I now understand why the British speak so much of the weather. I'd best go. The sun has decided to momentarily shine and we are off once more to explore the village.
We are discovering the wilds of Scottish Atlantic Coast weather and are very happy to be in one of those older style hotels which have numerous rooms in which to relax and experience the viciousness of the storm while staying warm, dry and sipping a glass of red or cup of tea depending on the time of day. Last night, the storm and wind lashed the windows. It was really quite spectacular to watch how the harbour changed. And as Rob said 'there really is nothing between us and the ocean.' The weather even brought the larger fishing trawlers in last night to take refuge from the storm. Currently, we are in Oban a seaside village from which we could easily access the isles, but the seas are very high so I don't think we will be venturing to the Isle of Mull or Skye. it is a shame, I feel quite a longing to see them and explore the far north of Scotland. it must be my Scottish heritage coming to the fore. The B&B we stayed in at Loch Lomond was wonderful. Perched above the Loch and over gardens it afforded expansive views of the water and the mountains. It had been built to capture the view. The dining room had floor to ceiling glass which drew us into the natural setting and spring garden colours below. The low cloud, mist and light rain reflected in the water - an icy grey which occasionally captured the movement of light. The bedroom had the same aspect, so the falling rain and temperature were very bearable. Actually I think travel weariness has caught me, so the inclement weather and slowing of pace has come at a most opportune moment. After Loch Lomond we trundled north through the Scottish Highlands and again through the wind, falling rain and mist caught glimpses of desolate, foreboding snow capped peaks. The weather complemented the sense of isolation. By the time we reached Fort William which reminded me in its tiredness of Katoomba visibility was extremely limited and the mist had rolled in. And so we turned southward, abandoning the idea of further northern travel. Oh well, another time. We followed what was meant to be a most beautiful coastal drive to Oban - but we really saw little of it. I now understand why the British speak so much of the weather. I'd best go. The sun has decided to momentarily shine and we are off once more to explore the village.
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