We only have 12 days to get to the departure point for the ferry to Iceland. Not much time to meander thru Scotland, so the first 2 days were the push to Oban, to go to the Isle of Mull. Why? To go to Calgary.
Day 3 had us wild camping on Isle of Mull - wild camping means no rules, regulations, facilites, just wild. In contrast to the campervan city we stayed at the night before outside of Oban - good lord!
The trip is really about Man (MAN, 10 tonne, 220 hp, 4wd, off-road German campervan). It is his first outing and a significant number of pics feature Man. Man solo. Man in wilderness. Man in the company of other vehicles.
It was quite a scenic, up and down and around one lane foggy road to the west coast of Mull to Calgary, past beautiful long-haired Highland cattle and much greenery. And then, there was Calgary Bay and Calgary Beach. We parked Man at the beach (where we wild camped) and then went walking looking for the rest of Calgary. There was Calgary Castle, Calgary Hotel, Calgary cottage, Calgary Art in Nature Gallery and Walk, and the cemetary, but really, not much else. But beautiful.
It was Colonel McLeod who suggested the name Calgary for Fort Brisebois, Alberta. Calgary meant clear funning water, but this was later refuted, and it in fact means Bay Farm. Whatever... it seems he suggested Calgary in remembrance of a good holiday he had had here on the Isle of Mull. And another guidebook says that it was a young lady here that made it an enjoyable holiday.
We had dinner at the Dovecote restaurant in the Calgary Hotel. Excellent service and nice decore, altho the amount of lamb on my plate was frightening. For dessert I had the Calgary berries cheesecake with chocolate crumb bottom.
Calgary, Isle of Mull, is a very worthwhile place to spend a day or two.
www.calgary.co.uk
