Our general impressions of Scotland as we wended our way from Edinburgh to the Highlands. Our road trip included:
the Isle of Skye, including the town of Portree, the Faerie Pools, and so much more.
Inverness, on the shores of Loch Ness, where we impersonated civilized people and had High Tea
Fort William and environs, including the mountain resort of Ben Nevis, Neptune’s Staircase, and a mildly Harry Potter-flavored steam train
Braemar, home of the Junior Highland Games.* They throw a mean ceilidh**, too.
Glasgow, a town full of blah except for its awesome Necropolis. No, really.
Oh, and we saw about a million castles along the way, including Balmoral. But not the big daddy of them all, alas.
Also this, for all you bagpipe fans out there.***
*Braemar also hosts the regular Highland Games too, but given our sweep of the Junior version, I’m not sure they’d allow Adam or I to compete. The scaredy cats.
**A Ceilidh (pronounced CAY-lee) is a traditional Scottish dance, with live music and folk dancing. Sort of a hoedown, but with kilts.
***Just kidding! Nobody likes the bagpipe.