I first visited Calgary Bay, Isle of Mull, when I was 18 months old. I own a photo taken that day — I’m dressed in a white arran jumper, blue wellington boots and I’ve got my Dad’s binoculars hanging round my neck (… and given they were my Dad’s, they were bashing my knees as I walked).
Every few years, I come back to this beach. Its shape has changed over the years, but it remains a white expanse of sand with gentle, cold waters. On previous visits, I’ve swum here but today was never that kind of day.
Today was the first day I was able to take my daughter Clara to Calgary. She’s 7 months old, a year younger than I was for my first visit and so not able to recreate the photo of her father — that’ll wait for another year. Wonderful place.
I threw a ball for this dog for a while. We both enjoyed it.