Ardnamurchan- Sanna Bay
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| Shells on Sanna Bay |
And so I found myself (and my friend) at Sanna Bay. Driving over the hills on the single track road from Kilchoan it was pretty wild scenery, rocks and the purple heather that seemed to stretch for miles. As we rounded the bend we could a few scattered cottages on the shoreline of Sanna Bay. The white washed walls with little out buildings and some had stone walls around the property. And of course the sheep nibbling on the grass in the dunes and laying underneath the walls of the cottages.
We parked the car in quite a large car park - it must be popular. There was a red phone box. We walked down through the dunes and Sanna Bay did indeed have a very sandy beach. In fact it was quite white sand. The Bay nestled in among the rocks and the whole area appeared to glisten in the sun. The water was clear and quite blue. I did at first think we had happened upon a misplaced Carribean Island, but no it really was That little bit of yellow known as Sanna Bay. We sat on our blanket on the beach and put up an umbrella to keep out the glare whilst we read. We swam in the sea which was absolutely FREEZING, poked about in the rock pools and gathered shells from the beach. This was indeed heaven.
My phone rang and it was my son who was studying in the USA (that is a story for another day).
" Mum, my school fees are due and they need to be paid today" and hello to you too.
Why do children always leave everything to the last minute and then expect it to be sorted immediately.
" I happen to be in a very remote area of Scotland but a I will see what I can do". "Mum it has to be today"
I stood in that little red phone box and made a call to the university in Tuscaloosa. I spoke to the accounts department and gave her my details asking her to please contact me directly in future to avoid any delays of payment. Little did she know where I was: in that little red phone box in Sanna Bay.
I returned to Sanna Bay a couple of years ago. The drive and scenery were exactly the same, but it was a very different sort of day. Grey clouds loomed over the bay and the white waves crashed onto the sandy beach throwing up pebbles from the deep. The rock pools were hard to see. The little cottages were there and some had a fire as I could see the smoke coming out of the chimney. It really was August and definitely no swimming in the sea today. Even the sheep looked fed. The little red phone box was still there. I wonder if I could phone the USA today?
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