We got back to Oban early enough to decamp and drive on, now east, toward Edinburgh, with a stop in Pitlochry. But first we stopped for the night at a lay by--really a pier and boat launch--out in the middle of Loch Fyne. One of our more unusual campsites...
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Thus |
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We were not alone |
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At all |
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It was, I surmised, a tidal loch |
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Next day, driving on, a clan burial ground |
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Water feature |
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And another giant loch |
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In touristy Pitlochry, where we stayed in the coach park; Vicki
reckons that she is of Clan McKay |
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Out on a long hike we took |
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Up to see the Edradour Distillery, smallest of the single malt
distilleries in Scotland; a nice malt, I thought, but nothing
particularly distinguished nor memorable |
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Castle, now hotel, along the way |
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And a house lived in by another of Vicki's putative ancestors, Robert
Louis Stevenson, in 1881 |
1 comment:
Oh...loved the castle!
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