Capturing the beauty and splendour of this dear wee town on Scotland’s West Coast.

As my Parents were sea and country people at heart, most Sundays when I was young involved heading out of Glasgow and Inverary was a common destination. Once we would hit the roads along side Loch Lomond all I could see as being so young were the endless bends in front of us, not all the beauty and splendour I see now driving this part of West of Scotland.

When eventually I would get a glimpse of the Turrets of Inverary Castle through the trees and go over the little hump bridge, my heart would lift at “getting there” after a lot of “are we nearly there yet?”

Here is how I remember Inverary, a little town I hold dear with so many happy memories.