Our time in Scotland is coming to an end. One last hike, as we drive from Dornoch to B&B in Balloch, then flying out of Glasgow.
Kingussie. We tried for a well-waymarked lovely circular hike through the woods. Got a bit lost. Had a lovely walk nevertheless. Lunch in a wee coffee shop on main street. Our last toasties, Scottish tea and Coke (with no corn syrup) until next summer.
What are we leaving behind?
Cool weather, drippy skies, refreshingly clear breezes.
Verdant green carpets of moss, featherlight ferns, soft scented pine needles, crunchy gravel, eternally moist sand on the beach, spongy grass of the dunes and golf course.
Extremely polite and pleasant people.
Time drifts slowly forward.
Toasties, tatties, chips (fries), crisps (chips), scones, porridge, ham (bacon), boot (trunk), bonnet (hood), trolley (golf pullcart), little dark (half pint Guinness), large one (pint Tennents), Burn, muir, kyle, strath, strait, firth, ness. Manse, kirk, close, mews.
Scotland separation referendum.
We'll be back.
No comments:
Post a Comment