EVENTS of recent years have seen unprecedented challenges; however, a silver lining for many of us has been a renewed appreciation for the family and togetherness. Rediscovering small pleasures, embarking on thrilling adventures and, for parents and grandparents, bringing back to life the holidays of the past through the enthusiastic eyes of young children has provided muchneeded comfort and solace.
There's a very special place in Scotland where this kind of magic happens every day: the Benmore estate, on the island of Mull. Arriving there is like stepping back in time to a pristine world of soaring peaks and open skies, wooded glens and white beachesbut with the added excitement that comes from knowing that every moment will bring a new, special experience. It's the perfect setting for a cross-generational holiday of a lifetime, which comes from the vision of its owner, Tim Radford, who saw an opportunity to share the pleasures and magic of this island paradise. Mull's bewitching beauty is central to this Scottish holiday: land and sea are home to darting dolphins, kingfishers, basking sharks and orcas, with falcons and sea eagles soaring high above the cliffs hunting for prey.
Guests experience Nature in the raw here: stags roaring in the glen, otters scavenging for food along the coast, puffins nesting on the Treshnish Isles, west of Mull.
Something for everyone
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