Scotland, Day 4:From Kilmartin Glen to Loch Lomond
We began in Kilmartin Glen in Argyll, site of many remnants of Scottish Neolithic and Bronze Age cultures, including standing stones, burial cairns, stone circles, and Dunadd, a Bronze Age hill fort.
The Standing Stones (and sheep) of Kilmartin Glen
Nether Largie South cairn, Kilmartin Glen
One of the stone circles of Temple Wood, Kilmartin Glen
Climbing up to Dunadd hill fort, capital of the ancient kingdom of Dalriada
Me on top of Dunadd (with teeny cows behind me), looking out over the Moine Mhor (Great Moss) towards the ocean in the distance
After Kilmartin and Dunadd, we drove through Glen Croe and the Arrochar Alps, stopping for a wee break at Rest and Be Thankful, a viewpoint so named because the climb out of Glen Croe was so long and steep that it was traditional to rest at the top, and be thankful that you had reached the highest point.
Rest and Be Thankful
Eventually, we reached Firkin Point, on the famous shores of Loch Lomond, but no swimming this time. (Loch Ness was enough for me!)
Loch Lomond
Ben Lomond, as seen from Firkin Point, Loch Lomond
Me and my true love on the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond
After that, we dropped off about half our group, and the five of us who had signed on for the full 6 Day Monster Castle Tour headed for our accommodation for the next 2 nights: Plane Castle, near Stirling.
Plane Castle
The kitchen at Plane Castle, with (going clockwise around the table) Scott (our guide), Holly and Mel from Canada, Polka dot, and Jess from Australia
I'm heading back to the US of A at the end of this week (visiting friends and family and attending my friend E's beach wedding), so I thought I should try to catch up on pics from Scotland before I go.
So to continue, Scotland, Day 3:Glen Coe
Another early morning at Strome Ferry, Loch Carron
Ben Nevis, most of which is not visible, as 9 days out of 10 the top is hidden by clouds
The Commando Memorial at Spean Bridge, near Ben Nevis and Fort William
Then it was on to an amazing hike in Glen Coe, site of the infamous massacre of the MacDonalds at the hands of the Campbells in 1692.
Glaciers in Glen Coe
Glen Coe
Hiking through the Hidden Glen, Glen Coe
Polka dot in Glen Coe
Waterfall in Glen Coe
Leaving Glen Coe
After a brief stop at St. Conan's Kirk on Loch Awe in Argyll, we ended up in Oban, the Gateway to the Isles, to spend the night.
The architectural mish-mash of St. Conan's Kirk, built by an amateur architect and said to include examples of every kind of ecclesiastical architecture found in Scotland
The view from McCaig's Tower in Oban, looking across to the Isle of Mull
If I ever get a free moment, I swear I'll post more pics of Scotland (and of Cesky Raj, the Czech Paradise). But since I don't have more than a moment, I'll leave you with this:
Czech beer and a Scottish kilt - it doesn't get any better than that!
Sorry, been a bit busy lately and haven't been able to update with more travelogue. Hopefully I'll get to it in the next day or two. But to tide you over, I give you three different views of William Wallace. Enjoy!
The "Arthurian" William Wallace on the Wallace Monument in Stirling
The knightly Sir William "Paragon of Chivalry" Wallace at Edinburgh Castle
The "Gibsonian" William Wallace, aka "Braveheart", also at the Wallace Monument in Stirling
(notice the inscription "Freedom" on the statue's base, and the black cage behind the statue which is unfolded to lock up the statue at night for its "protection"...)
We left Strome Ferry for Kyle of Lochalsh and crossed the Skye Bridge to the Isle of Skye. This was definitely one of the highlights of the trip. Also known as the "Winged Isle" or the "Misty Isle", it was by far one of the most beautiful places we visited. We drove and walked around it all day on single-track roads, dodging sheep and their droppings, looking out over Kilt Rock, visiting the ruins of Duntulm Castle, and touring the Faerie Glen and Faerie Castle (said to be the "Manhattan" of faeries in Scotland). We ended the day at the Edinbane Hotel, where we dried out and warmed up with a few pints and listened to some local music and musicians, including Farquhar MacDonald. We're planning on moving to Scotland in the near future, and both Polka dot and I want to eventually end up on the Isle of Skye. It really is just that amazing.
Stream on Skye where we drank the waters for long life and health
I was well enough to go into work today to do an interview, so I guess I'm well enough to begin recounting our recent adventures in Scotland. So without further ado, I give you:
Scotland, Day 1:From the Firth of Forth to Stromeferry (No ferry)
From Culloden it was on to the famous (or infamous) Loch Ness, where I took a short swim in water that was about 5 degrees Celsius! Only 3 of us out of 12 were brave enough to make the attempt, and the 2 Aussies who joined me only decided to go at the last minute, I guess so the American wouldn't get all the glory. I only made it about 3 or 4 strokes out before my body started to lock up, and the swim back to shore seemed to take forever! Fortunately, I made it back to shore relatively unharmed. "The Beast" (as the locals call Nessie) didn't attack (but I didn't spot her either), but I did bang my foot pretty bad on some rocks. I was so cold that I didn't notice it until a few hours later when a throbbing painn alerted me to my black-and-blue toe, and so I was forced to limp about for the next couple of days. But the swim was surprisingly refreshing and invigorating - I can definitely understand why those old "polar bear" guys jump into icy water for a swim every winter.
Loch Ness
Me (on the left), Mark, and Chris swimming in Loch Ness
So after the swim it was back on the road with a stop at Eilean Donan castle, which many of you might recognize from Highlander, among other movies. Finally, we arrived at scenic Strome Ferry (No Ferry) on the shores of Loch Carron, so-called because there used to be a ferry to the Isle of Skye there, but since the building of the Skye Bridge, no longer. We stayed in the old Stationmaster's House, and even joined the locals for a bit of a ceilidh (pronounced kay-lee) at the Achmore Gathering!