Oban is a little resort town in the Firth of Lorn. It has a perfect horseshoe bay, protected by the islands of Kerrera and Mull, and in summer – which, strictly speaking, is often a relative term in the UK – it becomes a gateway to the many isles along Scotland’s western coast. Later on, I’ll meet friends and we’ll board the ferry, but now all I can think about is strolling the strand and soaking up the sun while it lasts.
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