From St Fillans, at the head of Loch Earn, it is south now, past Stirling and Glasgow, to Dunfries & Galloway and the Irish Sea coast. The least said about Castle Douglas the better. Further on is the town of Kirkcudbright, on the banks of the River Dee, about 4 miles from the sea.

From a spot on the estuary, there is a wonderful view down to the open sea, with the dim silhouette of the Isle of Man in the far distance. The Dee is instrumental in creating wealth for the town as it is the only settlement on the Solway Coast with a working harbour.

Kirkcudbright (pronounced by the Scotts: kir-KOO-bree!!!) is renowned for the number of galleries and arty/craftyshops. It is an attractive place with a blend of medieval, Georgian & Victorian buildings. It became a magnet for Scottish artists in the late 19th century and is now known as The Artist’s Town attracting both practitioners and promoters.

Aberfoyle is the gateway to the Trossacks. The drive from here to St Fillans, (tonight’s accommodation) through mountains & hills, along streams & lochs, past farms & hamlets is gobsmackingly beautiful, with best left till last! Three Lochs Drive starts just outside Aberfoyle and follows an unmade track down, around….you guessed it – 3 lochs! First is Lochan (a baby Loch!) Reoidhte.

Then Loch Drunkie!!!!

Then Loch Achray

Add in the Victorian hotspot of Loch Katrine

Along to Brig O’Turk along the shores of Lock Venachar to Callander.

Loch Lubnaig

And finally the magnificently, splendidly peaceful Lock Earn from St Fillan.

Farewell Bute with your wild water swimming, your kite flying and your cliff hiking.

There is a clear difference between your glorious deserted beaches and the seaside attractions of Largs on the mainland. Separated by a few miles of sea and a short drive down the coast road they are like chalk & cheese. The only thing they seem to share appears to be the weather – grey, wet & windy.

Largs has a few things going for it – a range of accommodation, numerous ice-cream parlours including Nardini’s, established by Italian emigres in 1935 , a regular ferry service to outlying islands, a long promenade with crazy golf, a pebbly beach (with a line of light brown kelp & dead jellyfish!) and several play/fitness areas for children or adults.

Arriving in Largs, the carpark is shaking off the latest heavy downpour, so it is into the iconic art deco Nardini’s Ice-cream Parlour for the go-to start to any wet day at the seaside – bacon & egg roll & a cuppa tea.

The interior of this magnificent building holds 200 odd punters and is gradually filling up with those partaking in morning refreshments. It will receive two further visits from us as the day progresses.

Outside, the clouds open up and family groups of all shapes & sizes start to appear, wandering rather aimlessly along the promenade seeking some kind of activity to occupy their time. No swimming here – the windy conditions put most people off putting even one foot on the rocky shore.

Along the promenade, past the putting green and the children’s playground, the adult gymn tempts passers-by to have a rather inept go. We are no exception and we all put our best feet forward.

So much activity requires a sugar rush, so it’s back to Hardini’s for an ice-cream, one of the 36 flavours made there – strawberry, pistachio, double cream vanilla. We take them outside to sit on a bench in whatever the weather throws at us, in this case wind and showers of chilly rain.

It must be time for a warming coffee and a sample of some very classy mini-pastries.

By this time, like any typical British day at the seaside, the weather takes a turn for the better, the skies part for a bow from the sun, the carpark is full and the funfair is in full swing with all 3 elements in operation.Still no-one is tempted to enter the water.

Crossing from the mainland to Rhubodach sets us down on the 23 mile loop around the isle of bute, some distance from the main settlement of Rothesay.

The island is hilly rather than mountainous, with a landscape of woods mixed with harvested cereals and fields of sheep & cattle. It is a few miles around the loch to the main town.

It takes a while to get beyond first impressions of Rothesay. Shop fronts are tired and tatty, with scaffolding and peeling paintwork out front. But look up to the rooftops and a grander side peers across the harbour and the busy ferry terminal.

Indeed, looking out from our top floor window one can appreciate the once-grand days of the Victorian wealthy, arriving on steamers to walk the promenade and enjoy the sea air. The renovated Victorian Toilets take bragging rights as the top sight in the town for visitors. Indeed, they are a splendid place in which to spend a penny or, even, take a shower!

Away from the harbour and the centre, the buildings become grander, built by the wealthy as summer residences overlooking the water.

Going out on a tour of the island, the road follows the coastline with small lanes disappearing down to beautiful, sandy bays. Past the big estate (Stuart House, open to the public) Kilchatten Bay is the only other place of any size, a single strip settlement of Victorian houses on the end of the local bus route with a small harbour at the end, once used for bringing in lime for the farms, then for exporting clay tiles for field-drainage and then for bringing in on steamers the wealthy who built holiday homes here.

Scalpsie Bay is a popular beach, a short walk from the road, best seen from the clifftop.

The coastline is dramatic, with farms merging down to wide beaches and, in the far distance across the Kyle of Bute, the sharp, molars of the peaks of Arran dominate the horizon.

Attrick Bay has two personalities. Firstly empty sands attract wild campers, excited dogs and their owners and folk chewing on their cud at one with the elements.

At the other end of the beach, sand-castle-building families, kite flyers, swimmers, leaded pooche owners, lycra-tight cyclists are attracted to the cafe where tea & bacon sandwiches bulk up intrepid wild swimmers as they take on the water…..but hey, it is suprisingly warm, just like old days at the seaside!

So moving on and, very sadly, leaving Gigha takes three ferries if you want the most effective way to reach the island of Bute. Yes, the first is the island ferry from Gigha to the mainland. Then a 30 minute drive to Tarbert – a working fishing village for generations.

First thing in the morning, it’s the ferry across Loch Fynne.

And a drive around the top of the mainland to a 10 minute ferry crossing to Bute.

Hello Bute ….. more to follow!

In 1944, Sir James Horlicks of the nighttime malt drink fame, bought the island and Achamore House and went about planting a rhododendron garden that still exists today. Around it, he gathered a forest of trees and plants from around the world. What better way to spend the last day on this wonderful island than by exploring the colourful gardens and exotic woodlands?

At the far end of Achamore Gardens are the ruins of the island’s first church at Kilchatten.

This the view from the bedroom window, every morning must be one of the best. Well, it does change, as the weather changes, but it is still very special and it is what greets you when you emerge from the land of nod. This is the story behind it.

You know you are going somewhere special as you approach the ferry terminal at Tayinloan on the Kintyre peninsula. Across the fields the clutter of bungalows & parked-up vehicles glitter in the afternoon sun, the foreground to the low shadow that is the Isle of Gigha, with the Paps of Jura behind, like a favourite old roller-coaster.

The journey takes just 20 minutes with the vessel zigzagging its way across – with ramps at each end to enable vehicles to drive on & off at each end, propellors are positioned in the middle and prevent it from moving in a straight line. On the Gigha side, vehicles wait patiently in a queue awaiting their turn for the return leg.

Once off, the centre of the island is a short distance. Here are collected most of the homes and most of the services & amenities – the village school, the church, the village store which trebles up as the post office & a takeaway fish bar, a restaurant, a hotel (closed at present), a new cafe, a gift shop with smellies & local crafts and the Trust offices. The weather changes by the hour – the following images were taken within 30 minutes of each other!

Our destination is this cottage, home for five days and a 15 minute walk from the ferry, up on a small hill.

From this location one can really appreciate both its position and the elements. One can smugly watch the clouded sky grow & darken and plough by on either side or pass along the Kintyre peninsula over the water, dumping its wet stairrods on the hills opposite while overhead a warm sun warms the island through light cloud, its rays picking out houses and vessels down by the ‘marina’.

Around the house a host of wild plants & grasses spread down the slope. Bird feeders enhance this seed-based paradise for numerous species of birds. In the space between the outhouses raised beds with an abundance of of veg & edibles show themselves off in full glory before trapsing off indoors to feed family & friends.

I leave you with the view from the kitchen window which is just as amazing.

To get anywhere from Gigha, it has to start with the ferry. It is, however, a more pleasurable journey when the sun is shining rather than catching that occasional squall:

On the mainland, turn left and the road flows down the coast with breathtaking views of manicured farmland & neat fields to the left and ribs of land, nibbled by Atlantic surf to create sandy bays separated by racks of rock & stone on the right. The occasional bungalow or cluster of mobile homes nab good positions overlooking a patch of sand or easy access to the ocean.

26 miles, on the other side of Cambletown, is the Mull of Kintyre. This is the southwesternmost tip of the Kintyre peninsula, marked by the village of Southend. The local store is a quirky place selling a traditional menu of popular dishes like sausage, beans & chips, alongside a selection of fairground toys and a range of household basics- toilet rolls, butter, cans of soup, surrounded by shelves of 1940s household artefacts. It is also a bakery on a Weds & Fridays selling huge great slabs of delicious cakes & meringues. Just past the line of houses a cluster of mobile homes marks the curve of Dunerverty Bay.

St Columba’s Footsteps mark the spot where said saint first landed on mainland Britain to begin the conversion process. Kiel Cemetary is alongside.

And then on to the beach itself – flat, golden sand stretched out like dough around the bay. A few visitors scatter themselves around the empty surface, marked only with their footprints and a line of tangled flotsam.

Two houses mark the merging of rocks into beach-perfect sand at the top end.

At the far end nearest the faded silhouette of the nearby island of Ireland, a collection of whitewashed houses hides behind the arriving stream and the grass-sprung dunes and a small, renovated ex-terrace, now a single home, stands proud, only disturbed by a chaotic flourish of a flock of party gulls, disturbed by our approach.

Clumps of whispy-cotton cloud, layer upon layer, line up to approach and pass overhead sucked along by a refreshing, wild breeze. The sun shines raising spirits, lifting the mood, bringing joy and light to soul & heart.

The community-owned Isle of Gigha is a short ferry ride across the sea from Taryloan on the west coast of Scotland. The ferry lands up to 12 or so vehicles and up to 30 odd walk-ons at the terminal which is about half way along the coast, next to the ‘marina’.

There is a small cluster of homes and businesses around this landfall. A store selling the basics, a hotel, (closed at present), a new cafe, canoe and bike hire shop, a fish restaurant. All that is needed if the weather gets so bad the ferry can’t run.

A single, single-track road runs the entire length of seven miles from North End, where the old wooden pier was used to unload passengers.

And South End, where the ferries dock overnight.

At its widest part it is under two miles wide with tracks & paths leading off on both sides to farms & sandy coves.

There is an excellent ice cream business on the island and milk is sent to the mainland. Salmon is farmed in convoys of pens and oysters cultivated in metal cubes.

The island has its own micro-climate, mild with higher than average sunshine hours. On the island we can feel smug as over the mainland to the east, dark menacing storms gather, build and dump their contents in grey curtains of wet stairrods. To the west a brilliant lampstand of sunlight drops glorious rays over gorse and heather, blanketing the landscape in a glaze of shining gold.

163 people now live on Gigha, following the community buy out of the island in 2002. This wonderful place is home for 4 days. More to follow.

It’s time to change coasts. Having spent 4 days in the rolling, harvested landscape to the east of Edinburgh visiting the many fishing villages & towns by the North Sea, the first part of the journey follows the A1 around the capital. There, the landscape changes and the road climbs, peaks & lochs and high lands closing up around the car.

Gone are the tidy, wide-spreading, fields of golden, swaying wheat & barley & rape seed, edged with Old Man’s Beard and mixed bracken & brambles & grasses. Mountain landscapes appear with disappearing peaks lined up behind each other. Tall mixed woodland of pine & ash, oak & cedars stand imperious, dwarfing the passing traffic. Like a monks’ tonsure, they ring the heights. Breaking through to the light reveals a balding, grazed, rock-pitted landscape, contrasting light-grey, bouldered outcrops with flimsy greens of rough, pasture, yellow-studded gorse and a few stunted trees.

The road passes the sky-reflected mirrors of lochs & streams stretching for miles around the route. Loch Lomond, Loch Long, Loch Fyne break up the scenery, gleaming jewelry draped around the necks of preening peaks.

The lochs provided essential means of passage through the mountains for trade & communication and several small towns & villages are dotted around the edges. One of the most picturesque is Inverary on Loch Fyne.

Fishing may well be the source of wealth in small towns like this, as can be appreciated by the size and layout of the buildings.

After a beautiful drive of 5 hours or so, we reach the west coast and the island ferry that runs from Tayinloan to the Isle of Gigha, our final destination.

Look closely at the far-off Peaks of Jura!

Dunbar prospered as a market town positioned on the east coast of Scotland, with a strong fishing & farming community, then as a military base before, in the late 19th century with the arrival of the railway in 1844, it became a seaside resort. The historic town centre became one of the oldest Royal burghs in Scotland in 1370. This gave it the right to trade in goods along the long & broad High Street.

In those days town centres featured a standard design with a castle at one end and a church at the other with a very wide street between with enough room to position market stalls on both sides. Over time these ‘shops’ moved into the buildings and the shopkeepers lived with their families upstairs.

The High Street buildings vary in style and grand essentials. Outside the Town House is a statue of John Muir, the founder of the modern conservation movement who was born in Dunbar. He moved to the US and was instrumental in founding their national parks.

To the east of the town, high cliffs peer out across the North Sea and the far-off islands colonised by cormorants.

The harbour area below the high cliffs consists of three harbours, a ruined castle and a battery. The town has a long history going back to the 7th century with its strategic importance at the entrance to the Firth of Forth. Above the harbour are the ruins of Dunbar Castle, stone from which was used to create Victoria Harbour in 1842. Dunbar was also home to a major herring & whaling fleet and to this day, retains a commercial fleet mainly landing shellfish.

A bascule bridge (opening upwards) separates the battery from the wharfs & sea walls.

Around the corner, Cromwell Harbour dates from 1574 and provides better shelter during winter storms.

Possession of Berwick-upon-Tweed has passed between England and Scotland on at least a dozen occasions over the centuries, the last being in 1482. Its medieval walls, Elizabethan ramparts and 18th century barracks reflect its strategic importance during frequent border wars between the two countries. However, do not seek refuge in the town on a wet, cold autumn-feeling day, for there is little to raise your spirits beyond these ancient, military walls & defences. Indeed the high Street seems to have given up the fight to bring a bit of colour to families of damp, weary holidaymakers trying to find some shelter from the elements.

The border between the two countries runs from the North Sea coast just above Berwick-upon-Tweed, south west across the River Tweed near Paxton House, a grand Georgian mansion that is open to the public. This is the first chain link suspension bridge in Europe, built in 1820, for horse & carts and later modified for motorised vehicles.

Once in Scotland, the coast road meanders along the clifftop through open, golden, shave-harvested fields and lush, purple-speckled hedgerows, with ocean blue to the distant right flushing up to join the assorted greys above. In places, the road drops down from caravanned headands to busy harbours or sandy beaches. The first is Eyemouth where the harbour has been redeveloped along the estuary to include a wharf for working boats but also bars, cafes & eateries catering for visitors and holidaymakers.

Coldingham village is a mile or so away from its cove where multi-generational families enjoy the sands and the Beach Cafe (called, unsurpringly, the ‘Beach Cafe’!). Children splash the waves, dads score centuries in games of beach cricket, grandads show off keepy-uppies and their dribbling skills against giggling children. A few trepid surfers ride the waves and clusters of children scrape the beach with their body boards.

The road struggles up the hill to peak at the brow. Below, picturesque St Abbs collects around a number of quays & wharves, divided by stone walls & jetties. Klinkered rocks jaw around the numerous harbours, ready to snap up fishing vessels and paraphernalia.