Ullapool had been our goal. This was the place Brian had in mind when the idea of this road trip first formed in his mind. He booked us in to a B&B, which was our only pre-planned solid anchor in what was to be an otherwise spontaneous trip. It’s a small and picturesque place on the edge of a sea loch on the northwest coast of Scotland, and the perfect place to catch a boat up to the Summer Isles where we might even sea some whales during the journey. You know we love to see the whales.
There was even an old cemetery, and if you know me at all you know my fascination with centuries old burial grounds. I could spend a few hours in the late afternoon poking around and marveling at the dates on the worn headstones.
There was the stunning view of Loch Broom, with its collection of charming little boats bobbing before the geography of the coast. We could buy passage on one of those boats to see more of the coast, and more of Scotland’s 600 or so islands.
There was the pub (there’s always a pub) and its friendly bar man, and the restaurant upstairs where we could enjoy a bit of haggis on toast. Actually, we did manage this one. I’m not one to pass up the haggis.
There were the old and charming hotels and buildings where we could explore and get a feel of the history of the place. There is no way to escape the history of the place, the whole of Scotland is steeped in its history.
There was our beautiful guest house (Creagan House), which we very much enjoyed. Small, friendly and comfortable, we can definitely recommend it as a very enjoyable home away from home if you ever find yourself in Ullapool.
We not only had a comfortable bed and a nice hot shower, but free wifi, shortbread cookies and coffee/tea in the room. (Shortbread cookies rank as one of my most favorite Scottish goodies. Even better than haggis.)
There was also the adorable little dining room where we had a tasty hot breakfast before our planned boat trip in the morning,
Where we met some of our fellow house-mates (who showed up two minutes later),
and had a cup of hot tea or two to warm us up on the way out.
When we arrived on Sunday afternoon the town was quiet, with a good half of the shops and restaurants closed for the day. We strolled the waterfront, picking up a brochure with the information for our planned morning boat ride. We thought we would enjoy a tasty breakfast and walk down to the harbor to buy our passage in the morning. So why did we bug out?
Why did we scrap our plans and leave town before we even saw the boat?
Why did we hit the road and put Ullapool behind us so quickly?
This is why:
Have you seen what gale force winds do to a tiny boat out on the North Atlantic coast?
Did I mention that I’m prone to motion sickness?
And a big whiny baby when I get too cold?
So Brian decided to save his own sanity and not put me through the experience, thus saving himself the inevitable bitching, whining and barfing that would certainly all be coming from me.
We opted for a nice, cozy and heated road trip further up the coast.
Goodbye, Ullapool. I really liked you and I wish we had more time to spend together. I hope we meet again, and I hope your weather gods are in a better mood next time.
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