Sunday, 23 June 2013

Scottish Adventure '12 Part II: Isle of Arran

Scotland, Day 4: Isle of Arran (17th November 2012)


"If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you" - A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh

Although my memory has gone a little rusty by this time, I easily recall Isle of Arran as the highlight of my Scottish escapade - a day well spent on an enchanting island in the company of two of my most favorite people - Rudmila and Intisar. I was already a little glum that I did not have enough time to visit the famous Scottish highlands or see the beauty of Inverness or Glen Coe, and hence when the opportunity to spend a day in the Isle of Arran presented itself in the form of a trip organized by the study abroad organization of the University of Glasgow, I was beside myself with excitement.

View from the ferry: Start/end of a rainbow
The Isle of Arran is the largest island in the Firth of Clyde, and the seventh largest island in Scotland. Our trip was a day-long excursion involving a bus ride from Glasgow and a short ferry journey to the island. Intisar had arrived in Glasgow the night before, and the three of us literally had to wake up at the crack of dawn to make it on time for the bus. Once we were on board the MV Caledonian Isles ferry and had a decent breakfast to quell our starving stomachs and caffeine to stir our sleepy minds, we were finally awake and ready for the day. It was absolutely freezing on the deck of the ferry, but the stunning beauty that engulfed us made the chillingly windy ferry ride totally worth it!

Brodick Castle Gardens
Freshwater stream
The Isle of Arran is such a breathtakingly beautiful place - the ruggedly mountainous landscape looming around us and the untarnished natural surroundings were a refreshing change from the canopy of urban jungle and suburban towns that we usually find ourselves in. Freshwater streams ran down the mountains, and Highland cattle lounged idly on the rough plains. The weather was surprisingly pleasant for a winter day, I was glad we could take advantage of it. The bus took us around various spots throughout the island, and we had time to get off at each spot and explore a little bit before moving on to the next destination. Our first destination within the Isle of Arran was Brodick Castle. We walked around the gardens and visited the store, but since the castle itself was undergoing some reconstruction we could not enter the building. Next we stopped by the Arran Distillery in Lochranza before moving on to Lochranza Castle. My favorite spots were the rocky beaches spread across the Isle - we stopped at a number of them and took pictures. Looking out of the window during the bus rides, I was truly mesmerized by the rough and colorful beauty of the mountainous backdrop, sparsely populated countryside and splendid beaches. We stopped for lunch at a small inn where we gobbled down as many sandwiches as we could, hungry from all the walking yet loving every minute of it.




Dusk was almost approaching when we arrived at our last destination, a small hotel next to a beach that I really cannot recall the name of. We watched the sky turn crimson orange with the setting sun, and finally headed off to the embark on the returning ferry just before it started getting dark. It was one of those days you always cherish and remember - we drank from freshwater streams, all three of us slipped on rocks and fell, watched baby seals jump near the shore and enjoyed the splendor of the setting sun near the beach. And of course, best friends make the experience much, much more memorable!

After all, even time is a social construct

Here's the thing about being a Mount Holyoke student: you never have enough time. As soon as my study abroad experience ended and I flew back to the United States for a fresh start and my junior year at Mount Holyoke, I soon came to realize that I would never have enough time on my hands to continue writing this blog. Once I became preoccupied with academics and various other activities, it was difficult to regain or even dream of all the leisurely time (and space) I had enjoyed in the United Kingdom!

Anyway, looking back at the motto with which I started writing this blog: it is never too late. So I'm picking up from where I had stopped, even though there has been quite a long gap!