This post will be short. Mainly, because I didn’t expect to write it. I thought that yesterday (Monday) was just going to be a long car trip from Portree to Glasgow. And that’s how it was for our first three hours. Until we got through Fort William and turned to take a different route than we had come north on. We wanted to go through what is supposed to be one of the most beautiful parts of Scotland—Glencoe. BTW: When we stopped for lunch before we entered the actual Glencoe area, we saw some red deer. Here’s their three pics I got.
There are a lot of historical facts about Glencoe. It was the sight of a battle and a massacre and other stuff but for me, it will just have to be about the beauty. I am going to shut up now and show you Glencoe. We could only pull over for photos three times but suffice it to say that the rest of what you aren’t seeing was maybe even more beautiful. We just kept turning corners and saying, “Oh, my god!”
Here’s the pics. Don’t forget; if you click the first shot, you can then scroll through with your arrow keys or by swiping…and PLEASE…don’t look at my photography on a phone. Please…
That’s it for tonight. I am just trying to catch up. Fell a day behind when we saw the puffins. We got into Glasgow and checked into our hotel last night. Had a nice dinner and then off to bed. Up today where I did a photo walk around Glasgow. We are back from dinner and about to sleep before we get up tomorrow and take the train to London to meet our usual traveling companions, my brother Steve and his wife Jamie. We will also be meeting new/old friends, Julie and Jamie, who are doing the cruise with us. I say new/old because Julie and I went to high school together back in Palm Springs (Class of 1971—go Indians!) but we haven’t seen each other in 50+ years. We have not met her husband Jamie but it should be fun having two Jamies on a cruise together.
I hope to do two posts tomorrow. An early morning one to round up my shots in Glasgow today and then one while we are on the train as a kind of a summary of Scotland—the highs and lows (not too many of those) so to speak. I will try and get that out before we are off the train. Depends on how good the rolling WiFi is. It’s a four-hour and 40-minute train ride so I will have plenty of time if the internet cooperates.
There are few places in my life that I’ve found more ruggedly beautiful than the Highlands of Scotland. The place is magical – it’s so far north, so remote, that sometimes it feels like you’ve left this world and gone to another. —Julia London