Damian Shields

Mull was one of the places we holidayed, more than once, way back when our kids were wee. Reminiscing on the upper deck and slowly pivoting my gaze around the 360 panoramas, I recalled with a grin the weans’ excited expressions and animated anticipation for all the adventures that might unfold on the magical isle.

Oban, the “little bay”. The very mention of the name invokes a warm rush of nostalgia swimming into my mind’s-eye. Vivid visions of chip-chasing seagulls whirling in the crystal sky above the bustling harbour bay, saffron sunsets over the Firth of Lorn and a malty dram sipped before a slip into a contented slumber.