Kintyre not just for Beetles

You may have noticed I haven’t added a blog post for two weeks.  This is because for the past few weeks I have been at a remote spot on the southern end of Kintyre on my annual summer holiday.  With no pc’s and limited mobile access we have been rather in our own little world for two weeks and our own micro climate too.  As amazingly we have had almost wall to wall sunshine whilst we did notice rumours of floods and delays to the Scottish Open we sat in the sun and had one of the best holidays ever.

A large part if I’m honest was down to the weather.  But a larger part was down to the location.  We were at the end of a farm track in the old farmhouse which looked on to fields of cows and sheep.  These fields meandered to miles of sandy beach till you got to the Atlantic.  We looked over Sanday Island but apart from that the next stop was Northern Ireland.  From the moment we arrived we felt the blue of the sky and sea sink into our bones do their healing work and the strains and stresses of every day life was left far behind us. 

When we first booked the holiday on a sunny day in April like the rest of the family I was very excited.  But as a sunny April ended and a wet and miserable two months commenced my positive thoughts slightly receded and I bought plenty of books to keep me and the kids occupied. If all else failed we could read for two weeks.

By the time the last week before we left started and the rain was still coming down a reading holiday it was.  Then my son who is rarely ill came home on the last day of school and was sick non stop for 48 hours.  At this point I thought we might as well stay at home as the thought of all of us having a sick bug in a strange place as the rain came down filled me with dread.  If my husband had then come home and said that he had a bonus and we were going to the Costa De La Luz or Menorca I would have jumped for joy.

But then the day before we went as my son managed tiny sips of water without bringing them back up.  A song on the radio caught my attention.  For some reason as a good luck message for Andrew Murray they put on the Mull of Kintyre.  My spirits rose and I switched the volume right up and sang along.  It didn’t work for Andy Murray but it did for me.  From then on I felt that after two very wet and to be honest not great summer holidays maybe we were in for a change. 

But even I could not have imagined what a great holiday it would be and how it would refresh me in a way I could not have known.  Mum it’s happened again I have fallen in love.  Well actually I have fallen back in love with a place I have always loved the West Coast of Scotland.

I did though miss my blog and have written down ideas for Kintyre blog spots which I am planning to write down over the next few weeks.  Partly to remind me in the dark days of winter of blue skies and endless sea.  But also to encourage more people to visit this part of the world.  It’s not just for Paul McCartney we can all access this wonderful peninsula.  So watch out for more blog spots on Kintyre including how Mary Doll made a very unexpected appearance at Southend on a hen trip!  Till then I leave you with the words of the famous song.

Mull of kintyre
Oh mist rolling in from the sea,
My desire is always to be here
Oh mull of kintyre
Far have I traveled and much have I seen
Dark distant mountains with valleys of green.
Past painted deserts the sunsets on fire
As he carries me home to the mull of kintyre.

Mull of kintyre
Oh mist rolling in from the sea,
My desire is always to be here
Oh mull of kintyre

Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen
Carry me back to the days I knew then.
Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir
Of the life and the time of the mull of kintyre.

Mull of kintyre
Oh mist rolling in from the sea,
My desire is always to be here
Oh mull of kintyre

Smiles in the sunshine
And tears in the rain
Still take me back to where my memories remain
Flickering embers growing higher and higher
As they carry me back to the mull of kintyre

Mull of kintyre
Oh mist rolling in from the sea,
My desire is always to be here
Oh mull of kintyre

Mull of kintyre
Oh mist rolling in from the sea,
My desire is always to be here
Oh mull of kintyre

 PS – For some of last years holiday see this blog entry https://fionadranesblog.wordpress.com/2010/08/19/swamping-not-glamping/ and how I love places too much https://fionadranesblog.wordpress.com/2011/06/22/love-where-you-live-or-can-you-love-it-too-much/

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About fionadranesblog

40 plus mum of two married with a mad cocker spaniel. Along with two colleagues run Bright Light Marketing a rural marketing agency who specialise in getting rural businesss noticed. www.brightlightmarketing.co.uk. Live in St Boswells in the wonderful Scottish Borders. Love books, walking and living life to the full here in the Scottish Borders though its sometimes a juggle!
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