13 July 2013

To Tobermory and Ardnamurchan

Passing Buachaille Etive Mor


Heading towards the drop down through cloud-filled Glencoe


Ferry through mist 


Sun burning through mist


Tobermory



Which cake with a coffee?


Heading back to the mainland


Ardnamurchan - the most westerly point on the British mainland





On the way home


12 comments:

Claude said...

Such colourful houses and tempting cakes! And the mist gave a mysterious, dramatic appeal to the scene. I like that persistent sun photo. Want me or not, here I am!

Andrew MacLaren-Scott said...

Yes, here you are Claude...

Oh, did you mean the sun?

Craig said...

Stunning vistas Andrew. With the weather as it has been, Scotland puts on quite a show.

CherryPie said...

Your journey looks so interesting and colourful.

The cakes... not one of them tempted me ;-)

Which did you choose?

Andrew MacLaren-Scott said...

I confess... that I did not choose a cake, although I did ponder the question, but having decided to resist I took the photo while thinking of Claude :) and I kept my appetite for later.

Andrew MacLaren-Scott said...

...and I believe it would probably be the Coffee Walnut Cake for you Cherie, if I remember some things you have said on your own blog correctly?

CherryPie said...

Coffee and Walnut is my favourite you remembered correctly :-) But the one in that cabinet was smothered with too much gooey icing/butter cream on the top and sides making it too sweet for me to be tempted...

Andrew MacLaren-Scott said...

The chocolates to be seen beside the cake cabinet tempted me more, but I am a man of iron will (if greater temptation is only an hour or so away).

CherryPie said...

I have to confess that the chocolates caught my attention and if I was there I would probably had one or three of those rather than one of the cakes in that cabinet ;-)

Or maybe I would have been as strong willed as you and just settled for a refreshing (non alcoholic) drink.

Sean Jeating said...

Bah!! Tonight I'd have settled for an alcoholic drink.

... or just went to put my head on a pillow. THe nights are short, and one never knows . . .

Sean Jeating said...

No, although it would not be the worst idea I shan't take the option to delete the above.
Still, I'd perhaps / probably been wiser to write 'how much I do feel delighted by all these most wonderful pics'. :)
The prices in Scotland – obviously :) – seem to be as imposing as the erection of a tower.
Until August, the peace of a night in July.

Syncopated Eyeball said...

There was a Womble called Tobermory. :)