|The Paps of Jura|
Scotland. Islay and Jura to be precise. It rained. It blew. It was fantastic.
|The Singing Sands with Highland Coo|
Best moment? So many. Lying in bed listening to the hail on the roof? Folk band doing a three hours set in a soggy tent in the rain just for the pleasure of playing? Handmade chocolates? Painting the bay at Laphroaig? Discovering that rumours of the decease of Shortie, the Ardbeg dog, are premature? Priceless.
|Summer home of the Lords of the Isles|