Today I want to share a little journey that taught me how a town that thinks about access can feel like a warm invitation rather than a series of obstacles. The place I’m talking about is Oban, the little jewel on Scotland’s west coast, where the sea meets the hills and the rhythm of daily life is set by the tide, the train and the chatter of the harbour.

My adventure began on a crisp morning when I arrived by the single track railway that winds its way across the hills and moors. The line snakes through wild, remote hills, crosses bubbling streams and skirts the shoulders of mountains that rise like ancient guardians. From the carriage window I watched the landscape unfold in a series of breathtaking vistas.