Castles, lush glens: A landscape snapper goes wild in Argyll
Oban, the “little bay”. The very mention of the name invokes a warm rush of nostalgia swimming into my mind’s-eye. Vivid visions of chip-chasing seagulls whirling in the crystal sky above the bustling harbour bay, saffron sunsets over the Firth of Lorn and a malty dram sipped before a slip into a contented slumber.
