…PART ONE of ‘the magic of a return visit to Mull in the Scottish Hebrides’…



…like most people, when yeez’ve lived for more than six decades, I’m sure yeez have experienced dark passages and unbelievable highs during the course of yer lives… this ol’ Scots Jurassic is no different in that respect… I’ve also come to understand that the longer I’m on this planet, my priorities in the things that give me real pleasure are bound to change… I’ve just returned from a glorious week in Tobermory, on the beautiful Island of Mull, and realize now that I’m back in the Middle East that it was probably the most emotionally gratifying seven days of my conscious life… big statement that, eh, Mabel?… let me put it in perspective… as a young teenager, I left Glasgow over 50 years ago to work in a bank in Tobermory… (the bank is the grey building in the middle of the photograph below)…


…six awesome years later, I left the island, having become an ‘adopted son’ of Mull, a phrase I heard often during the stay there this time… I’ve told part of the story before of how the local community took me to their hearts, teaching me how to speak, sing, and win medals competing in Gaelic singing competitions in the annual Mod Festivals… the place certainly left its imprint on my soul and has been with me ever since… what I didn’t realize until the week just spent there, is that apparently I left some of my own stamp on the community… time after time, in the shops, in the hotels and in the restaurants, I kept meeting folks who knew me from ‘way back when, and the fondness of greeting was absolutely humbling… I had dinner with a collection of marvellous pals and the entire evening was filled with laughter… real sharing laughter at mem’ries and stories from all those years ago… great people with whom I had sung at ceilidhs… great people with whom I had been in digs… great people who had become such an integral part of my life growing up amongst them… and it was instant ‘plug-in’… the type yeez can’t buy… I don’t possess skill enuff in WURDS to describe how emotional I felt… my roots were laid down, not as a boy in Docklands Govan (which is still very dear to me), but as teenager in that expanded, inclusive island family… in subsequent posts, I’ll try to describe some of the outstanding events, places and people involved in the past week there… suffice for the moment to understand it was arguably the best week of my life to date… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!




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19 responses to “…PART ONE of ‘the magic of a return visit to Mull in the Scottish Hebrides’…

  1. It must have been an amazing experience, Seumas. Looking forward to hearing more about it (and it looks very beautiful too).

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  2. How beautiful, both the place and the people 🙂 I look forward to hearing more and to one day getting there myself – thanks for sharing

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  3. It’s nice to re-visit well loved places and people. 🙂

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  4. Sheana Parker

    “…as we in dreams behold the Hebrides.”

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  5. It is always a risk going back just in case the memories get shredded. This is such a heartwarming piece precisely because that hasn’t happened and your new memories will sustain you through any future dark days. Nice one.

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  6. Aww….. lovely place. Have visited ..and have friends on Tiree

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  7. Shirt -sleeve weather, too – Seumas!

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  8. The beauty of that place. Sounds like it has become part of you and you part of it. Couldn’t ask for better. Enjoy it all (and we love reading about your adventure)

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  10. It sounds like a great homecoming, Seumas. Just lovely. 🙂 — Suzanne

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