Friday the 28th August, 1981 Fine
hot & sunny
Breakfast, showered and walked through town again to browse
through antique shops. Had coffee and
began our trek to Loch Lomond. I love the lyrical voices of the Scot - can't
understand him but we managed to communicate.
The land and houses are different.
Land is more barren and far more forestry, houses are symmetrical and
uninteresting. Radio Scotland brings a giggle from us with it's staid
programs, but Scotland
promises to be interesting as we head north.
Along the highway (A86) with heavy trucks and fast cars
passing us rapidly, we trundled into Glasgow -
an industrial, drab city, old buildings without character, acres and acres of
housing. Homes are great grey stone
buildings. We found American Express,
collected a much looked forward to letter from Karen - our first contact with
home - and continued on our way to Loch Lomond. We had lunch on the A86 with heather all
around us.
At Dumbarton we pulled into a garage to have the battery
checked, the little redheaded mechanic was most obliging but we couldn't
understand a word he said, we all looked at each other and somewhere in
Sandra's brain a word clicked and we all vacated van which was what he wanted
us to do.
With acid added to the cells we were on the road again to Loch Lomond. Five
minutes later we saw the Loch.
Words can hardly describe this place. A light mist lay over the whole of the lake
given a blue hue. The water is so still
it is the reflection from the hills pictured in the still waters.
So here we are in Loch Lomond-caravan park ₤3 with the
beautiful scenery around and horrible little midges eating us alive. We had one awful 10 minutes at dusk when we
couldn't find the repellent. The weather
continues to be beautiful and fine.
Sunday, 29th of August, 1981 fine
& misty
On the road early this a.m.
The Loch is still covered in the blue
mist; it’s peculiar because the mist is only on the water and above it. Ben Lomond's
outline could be seen in the mist it is very mystical and awesome feeling being
here early morn, no wonder the Scots can define their feelings in the bagpipe.
Loch Lomond is 23 miles
long and 1.5 miles wide with 30 isles dotting the loch. On the high lands we noticed pipers selling
their wares and playing the bagpipes high above the high lands with only the
passing cars to keep them company.
Cataracts poured their crystal clear ice cold water down the
hill sides as we passed by. Over the
high lands and through to Glencoe.
Here we stopped for morning tea to visit the Glencoe Museum.
Here in 1750 the posse of Campbell’s
massacred the MacDonald clan after being given rest and food for 12 days. I love the names we are now coming upon. “Allt –Nan-
Ros” hotel - “Inchree-tick a nick” all Scottish flavours.
We paused at Ft William - they were having a tarbundy (a
carnival) on Loch Linnie. It is a small
town with the largest mountain in Scotland shading it. Ben Nevis
is 1343 feet above sea level. Ski lifts
dotted the side of all mountains and we passed.
We saw so many hikers and cyclists.
The Scots people are very health-conscious - they have such lovely places
to go. Travelled along Loch
Lochy - all the lochs were like glass - not a breath of air disturbed the surface.
On to Ft Augusta - there is an ancient abbey here. We walked over to see if the lochs were
working but all the boats had passed down for the day.
About another hours motoring brought us to Loch
Ness - here all eyes were out to find the illusive monster but no luck. We saw Castle Urquhart and Loch Ness Museum plus the camp at Inverness
but nothing else here.
Sunday, the 30th of August
Here we are for a day's break from travelling. We are in Inverness
camping area - the nicest we have been in.
Plenty of entertainment around for all.
All I wanted to do is sleep and read but have so much to do with
writing, sending cards, cleaning van and washing. Last night Sandra took Sean and Rae across
the road to a pleasure fair; prices were cheaper; prizes mean but the kids had
a great time - came home laden with posters and gonks. Sandra came home tired. John went to the Ice Rink hotel next
door. As we settled to sleep a riot
developed in the streets nearby - police quickly broke it up. Besides the fair is a go-kart-minigolf and ice
skating rink.
The ice cream van called Mr Softice plays William Tell to attract attention. You can find them and
T-bar bands anywhere from the top of the highlands to the shores of the lochs,
down small lanes, on highways, anywhere tourists may pass.
After cleanup we drove out to Culloden, where in 1746 Bonnie
Prince Charles fought his last fight against the English Hanoverians under Lord
Cumberland. Hundreds fell and Charles
was hunted till he flew Gaelic shores and went to France. The Jacobites built a cairn in memory of the
fallen ones.
We had lunch there after seeing a movie on Scots
history. Now I know why I had an adverse
reaction to "have you any books on kings and queens of England?"
We returned to camp, children hired bikes for £1.5 for 5
hours. We all went for a walk along the
river Ness whilst children rode bikes without
worrying pedestrians. We crossed a
suspension bridge to isles in the middle of the river which brought us out
into town. Strolled round town then came
home to bacon and scrambled eggs tea. We
are having leakage with the gas so it was a nervous cook and assistant. After tea we strolled across and had a game
of minigolf. A laugh a minute. Set in a beautiful rose garden - the tees were
made of fibro. We noticed so much here
and in England,
are cheaply made but attract many visitors in summer.
Sean came home with a piece of white heather - very scarce, but
he had picked it from a museum's garden.
Wonder we didn't end up in jail.
Written on a memorial in Inverness
Fear not that I have for nought
The torch ye through to us is caught by
10,000 hands
And freedoms light shall ever be high
We’ve learned the lesson that ye have taught
In Flanders field
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