We arose and drove southward towards Oban, our destination for the day, stopping by St.Conans, a beautiful old Kirk. The eclectic architecture impressed as much as the friendly cat, who Katrine of course befriended immediately. After walking the beautiful church which contained, to my surprise, a splinter of bone bone from Robert the Bruce, and its grounds we popped into its lovely tearoom and had our usual scone and clotted cream… warm this time, which didn’t disappoint.

After our pitstop, we continued on to Oban, a cute wee seaside town, where we wandered around the streets perusing its knick knack and general ambience.

Keen to pick up some genuine Harris Tweed, Katrine located a lovely shop where we chatted with the very friendly owner and tried on various outfits. We left empty handed, but still enjoyed the chit chat and the experience. We also both decided that we needed to invest in some Tweed as soon as we find the right outfits. As a consolation I did find a bargain bottle opener which will look great in the garden.

We rounded off our Oban experience with a lovely seafood meal. We had mussels from Mull, which were absolutely enormous, as well as various seafood items which didn’t disappoint. Satisfied and full to bursting we left Oban behind and headed back up north to our new hostel to chill before our big hike.