Argyll Guest House
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So , , , we arrived in Glasgow at 8:50 (local time) after an uneventful 6 hour flight. After picking up the car, maps, brochures and guide books for all Scotland it was too early to check in & have a nap.
So, after being awake all night, we hopped in our rental and headed to Stirling. Did I mention Gary is driving a standard on the left …
Our Air Transat flight from Toronto to Glasgow was uneventful. We had paid extra to book the Emergency Exit seats, so I had lots of legroom but, still, I really can't sleep on a plane--maybe 1 hour total in 5 minute chunks- so it has really been just one very long day as I sit and write this at 7 pm local time. We had quite a busy first day. Picked …
... people tried the haggis and said it was surprisingly nice but I think they were just trying to get me to taste some!! Then the piper did another Robbie Burns poem about a man that had a bit much to drink and came across some witches on his way home. He explained what the poem was about before reading it which was just as well because I don't think it was in English!! Then he played the bagpipes again and said there would be songs we might recognise. All of a sudden he ...
... so we went and had tea in a pub which the tea and pub were very nice. I tried Haggis and won’t try it again once bitten twice shy.
12th. Woke fairly early and the B&B where we stayed put on a breakfast fit for a King. The accommodation was terrific. Went to the Laundromat and did washing and a bit of drying the car now is full of clothes getting dried. Travelled around the top half of Mull scenery is fantastic very green lots of hills, Lochs, even ...
... the Bruce, wanting to avoid it falling into English hands again. We sat ourselves down at the back of the little chapel, hoping to have a chance to see it peacefully, but one throng after another of noisy, loud tourists came in, packing it to the rafters; glanced around and left, squeezing out past the next lot squeezing in. We looked at one another and said, "enough!" and took ourselves away. Tick that box.
We walked a couple of blocks down The Royal Mile (tick!) ...