Merry Christmas from Oban

If I had to spend Christmas alone, and let’s face it, whether I were away or at home, it would have been a solo holiday again this year, Oban is a beautiful place to be.

My hotel overlooks the harbour and the islands and hills across the bay. It’s bright and sunny today; the colours on the hills & cliffs and in the sea are absolutely glowing. I couldn’t have picked a better place.

Scout & I walked up Pulpit Hill this morning – God, I’m getting old – I’m sure it was neither that steep nor that high, but, well, whatever. It was worth it – the views were stunning. We could see all the way to the Roman Amphitheatre on Battery Hill. I had forgotten that the Romans had made it into Scotland – my sisters reminded me of some buildings near where our parents grew up. Very interesting. Of course, it turned out this amphitheatre is a folly built by a Victorian gentleman, and no Romans were involved. Ah well.