The Isle of Arran. Golf, beaches, walks and the occasional sunshine.
It’s been the location for holidays for my family since I can remember. It’s a place where my mum grew up, my grandparents lived and I’ve enjoyed annually for my entire life.
After a (rather queasy) hour long ferry trip from Ardrossan harbour my family, Zoe and I arrived on the island for a week of relaxing, exploring and taking semi-professional photographs.
Whether it be the extensive wildlife, the long beaches or the mountain that is Goatfell, Arran has a lot to offer when it comes to photography, and we were certain to take advantage of it.
First of all, I’d like to post a small apology for not blogging in the last few weeks.
Truth is, you see, is I’ve been out enjoying myself.
In a country that is being torn apart, where our political system is a laughing stock of the world, I’ve been out enjoying the privileges of life.
It started off with Magaluf. Of course. Five guys and I made the trip to the party island (a second year in a row for me) to spend a week with sun, sea and copious amounts of alcohol.
It truly is an alcohol filled Disneyland. Everywhere you look there is someone having a party. At times it almost seemed lawless – like we were in control. No matter how mental things got (and despite a number of people clearly being under 18) the parties continued.