Food & Beverage - Skailg: A wee livener with... Tom Morton
Skailg: A wee livener with... Tom Morton
Photo by Elrond CC BY-SA 4.0 Arran
Over the cheese to Arran
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very time I come to the mainland of Scotland from my home in Shetland, I end up gazing over the sea to Arran from Troon, where I was brought up, and Ayr, where my father still lives. I leave one island behind only to stare longingly at another.
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Arran has always been a magical place for me. In the 1960s and early 1970s it was, for mainland west of Scotland folk, an accessible (an hour by ferry from Ardrossan) but wonderfully separate hotbed of music, bohemian larks and artistic endeavours. It still, for
many Glasgow folk, represents a place of escape, and its casual description as ‘the Highlands in miniature’ is appropriate. It has a proper mountain, Goat Fell, a Munro (over 3000 feet), lush, fertile coastal areas and beaches, forests full of mystery, deer and more. The Highland
