After a long 17 year absence, we’re back at Morland.
We had forgotten how special the views are. Simply to die for.
We headed out for a forest walk in Killearn Glen and a coffee and cake at the Kitchen Window, but changed our minds when driving past the Glengoyne Distillery when we saw the fresh snow that had fallen on the Campsies overnight.
We drove to Gartness for a walk along the track on the high West bank of the River Endrick to admire the views across to the hills above the meandering river. The light was wonderful.
And we topped of the day with a coffee and a scone with cream and jam at Oakwood Garden Centre on the way home.
A wander along the shores of Loch Lomond from Milarrochy Bay on a dreich Sunday afternoon early July did not promise much in terms of photography.
While we were drinking a coffee in the car after our walk, the weather finally cleared a little, with ominous rain clouds remaining over the Loss Hills on the other side of the loch, finally providing an opportunity for some photography.
I just love this moody photograph that will most likely be in the shortlist for my best picture of the year. Not to mention that I am pretty chuffed with The Herald choosing it for the Picture of the Day on 29th July 2022, albeit cropped heavily to fit in with the paper’s format.
We decided to take the Friday afternoon off an take a drive down to Wemyss Bay and Skelmorlie to our old stomping ground.
After a lovely drive round the coast we stopped for a coffee at McCaskie’s cafe and restaurant. We’re not sure when McCaskie’s took over the Seaview Cafe, but the coffee and especially the chocolate cake went down a treat.
Before heading back, we had a wander round Morland House where we use to live some 17 years ago which brought back fond memories.
We drove back round the coast via Gourock where we spotted the Waverley coming up the Clyde to on it’s way back to Glasgow. It is always so impressive to see the last sea going paddle steamer gliding through the water.
In tradition with 5 years of driving through Gourock to catch the Western Ferries to go to our cottage at High Auchoirk in Argyle, we had to pick up a carry out from the Shish Mahal. The butter masala was as scrumptious as we remembered.