From Scenes Like These

HOME.

Back from a hazy seven days on the beautiful Isle of Arran and oh Aunt Barbara's spatula, that was one relaxing week. I've become so chilled out by the island's pace of life that an afternoon nap seems like a necessity (...scheduled one in two hours). Similarly, I am now accustomed to letting my hair being dried out by the gentle sea breeze rather than a hefty hair dryer of doom. Walking bare foot has also become a preference.

So basically, we've all come back off holiday looking like scrag-ends (albeit scrag-ends with slightly peachy tans).

The little cottage we stayed in was in the middle of nowhere and hosted a multitude of wild-flowers. Or perhaps weeds. But they looked splendid whatever they were.

Mini library - HUZZARH!

New old dress

We spent many a happy hour gallivanting around the garden and cooking up curries in the kitchen. But for a lot of the week we ended up gallivanting across the whole of Arran instead.

And I'm ever so glad we did.

Stumbled across possible dream house!

We also visited the cave where ol' Robert the Bruce saw that little spider that wouldn't give up. All we saw in there were carvings saying 'Baz was ere'. Maybe Baz was Robert's nickname. 

A view fit for a king

We also bumped into a whole bunch of stones. But they were really interesting stones. They were doing interesting things like standing up in frankly, impossible-looking positions. 

Sorry, how?

Smoochin'

So, the walks were lovely, but I mainly went along for the baked goods which we took with us. There is a bakery on Arran called Wooleys (I KNOW, I also had a fleeting thought that it was Woolworths reincarnated), and they do the best selection of baked goods known to man (and woman, 'cause I ate them all).

The strawberry tarts were my favourite.

We also had many coffee shop outings (naturally) and we became regulars at The Coffee Pot. Smokin' scones and splendid scenery.

Arran is a right babe of an island. So if you get the chance, shimmy on down there.

Out of all of us though, I think Pippa got it right - she mainly sat in the sun drinking in those splendid views.

(Whilst making those kayakers feel nervous.)