Saturday, December 27, 2008
At the Mishnish pub in Tobermory, enjoying a pint of local brew.
By 8:30 in the morning, the sun is creeping up on the horizon . . .
By 9:30, the sun starts to appear. The strange thing is that the sun set not far from the spot where it rises (seemingly). That's how far north we are.
Two boats and their referential names: "The Dawn Treader" and "The Jacobite."
Often called the most picturesque town in Scotland, Tobermory's waterfront buildings are each painted a different color, and light up as the sun beams directly on them.
The majority of shellfish caught in Scotland are shipped off to Spain, which pays the highest price for the bounty. This bothered me. In Maine, for example, lobster is shipped elsewhere, but locals still eat their catch, and tourists can still enjoy shellfish off the boat. It is much more difficult to do this in Scotland, though food is slowly changing in the culture.