Isle of Mull in Scotland
Last month, my family and I went on an adventure to Scotland. Being from Scottish heritage, naturally we wanted to see the roots of where we came from which lead us to the Isle of Mull. This small island off the Scottish coast was full of history, whisky and one way roads! We departed O’ban on a ferry into the white mist towards the Isle of Mull. The visibility from the boat was essentially zero, making the island seem mysterious and cold. Once we got to the Isle of Mull, the brightly colored buildings of Tobermory seemed cheery and welcoming against the cold and wet weather. We spent plenty of time walking through the small town and exploring the Scottish culture there. We wandered in and out of the local museums, bakeries and shops full of all the touristy bits and bobs. It was in Tobermory that I first noticed the Dog Parking hooks outside every store. These were ALL over Scotland. I have to say, the Scotts love their dogs! It was like the land of happy canines – who were allowed in practically every shop & restaurant or happily parked outside tied to a hook.
After exploring our first stop on the Isle of Mull which was the town of Tobermory, we ventured out to the main event – Duart Castle. Duart Castle dates back to the 13th century and is the seat of the Clan MacLean. While exploring the keep, bedrooms and grounds of the Castle, we wandered towards the sounds of voices coming from the great hall. A choir of singers was practicing in the great hall – which was full of relics and MacLean armor, swords, and even markings on the wall charting the MacLean Cheif’s growth as a kid. We all stopped to listen to the group serenade us, and I noticed an older gentleman standing next to us. I recognized him from the pictures throughout the castle. He was the Clan chief, Sir Lachlan Hector Charles Maclean. I creepily took his picture standing between my Dad and brother, and as soon as the choir was finished he addressed the room letting us all know how much he enjoyed the choir. We snapped a few pictures with him and then continued to explore the rest of the grounds.
All in all, the Isle of Mull was great fun. We all wished for better weather – and left the island a little cold and wet but satisfied. One of our best meals of the trip was at a small bar on the island where we ate scallops the size of our fist and drank peated whisky which is kind of like sucking on a piece of moldy charcoal. All – in – all it was a wonderful part of our trip!
More to come!