Back from a glorious week on the beautiful island of Mull, part of the Inner Hebrides, a three hour drive punctuated with a 45 min ferry crossing.

It’s our second holiday here with family, the first was in 2022 with a very young boy, a big tent, a night in an Air-BnB, and a night in Tobermory Hotel. That year I was supposed to be taking part in a cycling event on Mull but I underestimated the amount of training I’d miss with a young baby keeping us busy so I ditched that and we just noodled around the island for a few days before heading to the campsite.

This year we decided to stay in the same campsite on Fidden Farm. It’s a beautiful little campsite right on the beach, about an hours drive from the main ferry (mostly on single track roads so time depends on traffic), and of course this year we were taking our motorhome (Vera) for the week.

And what a beautiful week it was, sunny blue skies almost every day, a slight breeze to keep the midges away, long walks on the beach, cake stops, a wander around Iona, and lots of fun and laughter with Becca’s family. Jack had an absolute ball running around with his Grandpa, his Uncles and Aunts, and even occasionally with his boring old Mum & Dad!

It was our first time not on a fully serviced pitch with Vera, no electric hookup, no handy tap near the van, but thanks to the glorious weather, we had no issues at all. The joy of solar panels, and an LPG gas powered fridge freezers! Yes, quite a difference from the last time with the tent.

It was also a much needed holiday for me and Becca. We’ve been through a torrid time, all of which I’ve covered here, and between the good company, the sunshine, and a lack of a great signal on our phones, it felt like a proper break from reality.

I had a little time to myself on occasion too, and one evening sat on the rocks on the shore, watching the sunset bleach the sky from blue to orange. It was stunningly beautiful and I took the time to think about my family as I realised that this is exactly the type of thing I’d normally have shared with them. It was sad that I couldn’t do that any more. I cried a little, then reflected on my remaining family, and the immediate (inherited) family I was sharing the holiday with and reminded myself how lucky I was to be there under that sky with all those kind, caring people.

But mostly, it was a relaxing time pottering about the campsite and the beach. Somehow doing nothing of much makes the days both luxuriously long and pass by far too quickly. We stopped off at Tyndrum on the way home for a night too, just to give us a little decompression before heading home.

Vera was a joy, and the more we use her the smoother it goes as we learn all the little ins and outs. A very worth while investment. And for those wondering… She’s called Vera because we used the money i inherited when my Mum passed away to buy her.

Mum’s name was Lynda. But she had a little electric wheelchair that she nicknamed Vera. I don’t know why she called it that (we did have an Aunt Vera but don’t think that’s why).

Anyway, we already have another long weekend scheduled in Nethybridge in a few weeks, and maybe another couple of get aways once the school holidays finish too, the beauty of having a motorhome, we can just jump in and go!