Present Joys

Part of a series.

We had a relaxed morning in Oban, with a rough idea of the day’s plans and a nice “continental” breakfast at our B&B. (Does “continental breakfast” here mean bagels and yogurt and tomatoes and meat? I was pleasantly surprised by the spread.) On the advice of the couple we met at dinner last night, we took a 10 am ferry to Craignure on the isle of Mull, a 45-minute trip.

I’d never been on a passenger ferry before. This one reminded me of a 1980s movie theater: kinda old and dirty, everything covered in multiple layers of paint. There were concession stands selling overpriced candy and snacks and lounge areas with vinyl-upholstered couches and even posters advertising ferry-related attractions. Since it was our first time in such a situation, Karen and I opted to sit on the open-air deck and look at the water along with all the other people for whom ferry travel was still interesting.

Mull was not what I expected. It was beautiful but pretty sleepy. It turns out the island is so big that you really need a car to get anywhere outside of Craignure, the town where our ferry landed. This is the kind of stuff you can figure out ahead of time if you have a way to look things up online! Ah well. We really wouldn’t have had time to drive across the island anyway. Next time we’ll plan better. We walked down the main road and into a thrift store, where I bought an old Anglican hymnal for £1. The lady in the store recommended a mountain hike just up the road, so we walked the other direction up the main road until we found a sign for Scallastle park. In contrast to yesterday’s popular nature destination, this park must have been one of Scotland’s least-visited. The path felt untouched. At one point we saw a sign explaining that a nature reclamation program was going on; invasive species of trees had been leveled to make way for indigenous conifers. It gave the park a spooky sort of graveyard feel. We took the “strenuous uphill option” which offered a wonderful view of the Sound of Mull.

We took the return ferry back in time for a 2 pm distillery tour at Oban Distillery. I wanted to do a distillery tour just to say I’d done it, and this one was very convenient—it’s right in the center of the town, just a few minutes walk from our B&B. The experience was about what I expected, but it was fun to see and smell all the steps of the whisky-making process. I helped Karen finish her free sample.

Then, back in the car for a few hours to Glasgow—our home base for the next day and a half—just in the nick of time to return our rental car before they closed at 6 pm. (We technically had the rental until noon the next day, but really did not want to be responsible for it a moment longer than we had to.) It felt so good to park that thing and walk away from it forever. We figured out the correct bus to take us near our new place, and went the rest of the way on foot. While we’re winding our way through Glasgow, I’m thinking wow, this place is nothing like Edinburgh. In fact, the glitz and drama of Glasgow at night makes Edinburgh feel like a legit medieval city. I can see why Glasgow supports a cool music scene, and it makes sense that there is an art school here. It almost doesn’t feel like the Scotland I’ve become used to. We have just one day to explore this place before our time in Scotland comes to an end. And there’s a lot to see!