At Easter of 2016 I took my girlfriend to meet my parents on the Isle of Mull. We’d spent a number of days in Glasgow and traveled up (incredibly early) on the Friday morning by train. We got the ferry across late that morning and I had my first chance to show the area off to Maddie. The weather was completely mixed for the whole trip, with it fluctuating from heavy rain to bright sunshine (the ferries later on the same day actually got cancelled and my sister had to stay in Oban for the night). This post shows images from our crossing and first couple of days on the island, including the ever changing and beautiful view from my parents house across to Ben More and a walk we did to Knockvologan and its beaches. Another thing to note was we paid a visit to the Isle of Mull Weavers at Ardalanish/Uisken and were talked through the whole process of weaving and design. If anything it made me want one of their pieces even more, and I’d recommend popping in if you’re ever on the island.
As you’ll have seen from my last post about our time in Glasgow a couple of weeks ago, we went to see my parents in Scotland over Easter. Before the rest of the talk about my time there I wanted to do another recipe, which I know have been rare over the last few weeks (oops). On my Birthday in March I had a day off and spent it being a tourist in London. We went to Dishoom for lunch and checked out the Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibit at the Natural History Museum, but before we did any of that we grabbed breakfast from the Nordic Bakery. We specifically went for their cinnamon buns which are excellent, but while in there the Blueberry & Raspberry Oatbake caught my eye.
Hey, guess where I went recently? SCOTLAND! AGAIN! It’s almost like I love the place or something. This time around I was taking my girlfriend up to meet the parents for the first time and, as they live on an island at the other end of the country, it’s a pretty big deal which requires some proper planning. We chose the Easter weekend so we could make the most of our holiday days, because hey, free days off are handy, and this time I decided I was fed up of just “passing through” Glasgow every time I headed north. I wanted to give it a couple of days to try and sell itself to me. We booked early flights up on a morning and an early train out to Oban a couple of days later so we could make the most of the timings of the trip.