Slate is everywhere and a small museum provides a glimmer of past glories when Easdale was the centre of the slate industry. Hard to imagine now, but the neat rows of white-washed cottages are testament to a time of greater activity.
For me it was a beautiful spot at the end of the road on the Island of Seil. Here I use the term ‘island’ in the loosest of senses, as a high arched bridge has linked it to the mainland for over 200 years (more of that in another post).
It was well worth travelling to the end of this road.