I’ve always thought that I could only achieve solitude when suspended in the sea; belly up, arms wide and head back, floating in an endless abyss. For me, the ocean is a wild, desperate, desolate thing that roars and crashes and pummels and gasps..
We spent the week at Ardvergnish cottage a beautiful place in the south west of the island. We visited Tobermory where we visited the distillery had a browse round the beautiful shops and did a spot of fishing, we also spent a day at the beach and went wild camping.
This piece has been written by Xanthe Gladstone, as a chef and food sustainability advocate she knows a thing or two about getting the most from your garden....