On to the Highlands

The Highlands

The highlands of Scotland has always had a spot on my "bucket list."  It did not disappoint.  Wild, green, wet, rugged are all words I associate with this region.  So is heather, but this wasn't the time of year for that.  

We boarded our train in Edinburgh.  Transportation in the British Isles is easy and since Chris and I both like train travel, this was ideal.  We could sit in comfort, have a cup of tea and snacks as we traveled and view the changing environment as we headed to the highlands.  

The following four photos plus the one of the abandoned stone building at the top of the post were taken through the window of our moving train.  Not the ideal situation but the windows on this coach were pretty clean, a polarizer helped cut the reflections in the window and high speed shooting helped with the movement of the train. Still, there wasn't much time to compose before the scene was gone.

We arrived in Ft William and picked up our rental car.  Chris had some previous experience with left hand driving and we chose to have a car only in rural areas.  Neither of us wanted to drive in city traffic.  I can report that we had no accidents, no scrapes, only twice did we we go the wrong direction.    Once was a confusing intersection.  The other was an entrance to a gas station.  The first time, in Ft. William, everyone was very patient with us.  One pedestrian even knocked on our window to explain what we needed to do.  We had already figured it out, but he was nice and the two cars inconvenienced by our mistake were patient while we got ourselves turned around.  The gas station, at the end of a long day was not so good...people honked at us. It was equivalent to going in the out exit at home, but seemed more perilous there.

  We got so we handled roundabouts okay most of the time.  The great thing about regular roundabouts is that if you miss your exit, you just continue on the the next roundabout at which time you make the equivalent of a u-turn but more easily.  Yes, I had white knuckles at times, yes we had some words.  But we survived and the car did allow us some experiences we could not have had otherwise.  Even remote little places like Tobermory, below, can be reached by bus.  But not regularly and we could not have stopped along the way to photograph.  

 Most rental cars are manual transmission.  But with the issue of driving on the left, the thought of having to shift on the left was too much.  We reserved automatics.  But at one location there were only two automatics.  The young man at the desk  first tried to upgrade us, at added cost.  We said no.  When he went to fetch our little economy he found it had a flat tire.  So, we ended up with the Mercedes at no extra cost.  Actually the smaller one was probably more practical, but the Mercedes was pretty nice.   

The next photo is a view from our room in Ft. William overlooking Loch (lake) Linnhe.  The other photo is Chris in the breakfast room.  Again, a full Scots breakfast.  I began asking them to leave off some of the food, especially the baked beans.  Just not something I want for breakfast.  

On a morning that threatened rain, we headed to the Isle of Mull.  The Isle of Sky was an option, but it is better known.  Mull, therefore was our choice.  It was an all day, round-trip with three ferry crossings, two on tiny car ferries reminiscent of the size of the ones we've used in the California Delta.  Although we had rain, which meant wet pavements and dramatic skies, the sun also came through creating the light I love so much, slate skies and sun.   Our goal was exploration but it was to include the colorful town of Tobermory.  You can see why Tobermory was a goal.  I've included several versions of the town because it was so much fun.

Single lane roads are the norm in rural areas and small towns
There are "lay bys" like the one our rental car is in here.  I don't think they
would work well in the states where drivers are more aggressive, but the Scots, Brits
and Welsh move over smoothly and courteously.  Even big buses move over to allow passenger
cars to get by.

Just after we came off the ferry we
 found this sign.
  In the highlands
 signs were often
 in both Scottish and English.
 In northern Wales signs were always in both.

All that rain the UK is noted for means plenty of waterfalls, rivers, and  lots of green

A blog without a photo of sheep would hardly say "Scotland," so here are a couple highlighted by one of many rainbows we experienced in our travels.

One of my goals was to purchase of rugged wool sweater.  I accomplished that in Tobermory, in an old church which is now a tea house and small gift store.  Never know when you stop for a cup of tea and a scone, what you will walk away with.    So here are the photos of Tobermory.  I have dozens, but did weed it down for the blog.  Still, I couldn't stop with just one.  Click on a photo to enlarge to see more detail.

Tide was out when we arrived but the sun was not.  The upper photo was after our lunch, tide was returning and the sun had broken through.

This view and the next several are from the hill above the main street.   These views remind
me a bit of Belvedere, Tiburon and Sausalito, near where I grew up, although folks there didn't go in for
such colorful paint. and the buildings didn't have multiple chimneys'

This row of houses was behind me as I took the overlook photo above. Love the colors.

Two views as we headed back:

Some our most dramatic lighting was on the large ferry back to Oban.  Oban deserved more exploration, but it had been a long day.  Lighting doesn't get 

much better than this.