by Steve Tanham
We had arrived late in the day, on the CalMac ferry from Ardrossan. Dinner in the hotel had seemed other-worldly, as though we and the other diners had just begun a magical adventure whose substance was to be the exploration and understanding of the island of Arran.
The rain storm thrashed the tall windows, and we looked out at the darkening, still unknown world.
After the meal and wine, we put on our most waterproof clothing – meagre, now, in the face of this Scottish August storm, and went out into the night. Brodick’s quayside curved away into the darkness, symbolic of the work we would need to do to find…
©Stephen Tanham, 2020.
Sun in Gemini 
I have fond memories of a week spent on Arran. An interesting opening!
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A lovely island with some dramatic contrasts. I can imagine a week would be well spent, Michael.
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Yes, I honeymooned there in ’89. Stayed at the Lagg hotel. A beautiful week, beautiful island.
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We called in at the Lagg distillery for a couple of take-always; one to sip in the evenings, in our room.
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