Saturday, June 13, 2015

So long, Mull! Helło Ayrshire!

Early morning fog and grey skies with patches of blue and the promise of sun as we drive on to the Caledonian MacBrayne ferry headed to Oban. As we cruise along we say our last good-byes to Duart Castle while enjoying a quick reminisce of our wonderful week of happy wanderings, delicious dining, boat trips that landed us on idyllic Iona and magical Staffa for a musical cave and entertaining puffins plus a fabulous flat beside a ruined castle on a pretty loch where we could relax in all the comforts of home when the day's jaunts were over. We often said it was as pretty as any place on the island.

Once off the ferry it was a long drive to Ayrshire where we fell in love with the gentle, pastoral landscape with flocks of sheep and cows grazing. Our first stop was at Culzean Castle and Garden, a place we've longed to visit for sometime. Both the castle and the gardens were super. We so enjoyed our meanderings in the warm sun. En route to our next stop, the seaside town of Girvan, we drove by the very beautiful and famous golf course, Turnberry. In Girvan  Malcolm was eager to find a building his artist grandfather, Andrew Reid, had painted probably about 1909 before he and his family emigrated to New Zealand. Down by Girvan  harbor we found the building with the tower still intact. Malcolm and Dolly now own this painting which they found in an art shop in Glasgow a few years ago. The Arches, our B and B for the evening, is very nice and the pub they suggested for dinner was incredibly delicious and beautifully presented. On to Glasgow tomorrow after a good cooked Scottish breakfast I'm sure.

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