Davaar House Hotel and Restaurant
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... of Killiecrankie, and is where the highlands meet the lowlands and the site of the first shots in the Jacobite cause of 1689.
We made a stop in Perth and went to the Kilt Makers Museum, housed behind a shop where every conceivable tartan was on sale as kilts, scarves, dolls, fridge magnets - a souvenir hunters paradise. The museum shows how kilts are made, hand stitched from 8 yards of fabric pleated and joined together by calico and meticulously measured ...
... had been unexpectedly meager. Mum was interested and entertained by our purchases,but she seemed more tired today than the previous two days - probably because she did physical therapy today, whereas she doeesn't do it on the weekends.
So after a while we said our goodbyes, and then we left with smiles and waves. I counted up that I have been able to visit her for all but two days of my 15 day visit, so that is a remarkable ...
... What a beautiful place! We got so lucky with the weather. Wearing shorts, T-shirts and sunscreen. The main event for the day was a trek along the Leiter Fura Walk. Here we took a picnic lunch and sat with the midges. I have bites all over my arms and legs. The bites are so itchy! The great views made up for all the bites! At Portree we had a look at some prehistoric cliffs. They formed millions of years ago from volcanos pushing lava up through the ...
... of Old Town, now filled with fish & chips and plaid shops, but surprisingly nearly exactly how it was centuries ago.
The weather was perfect for what you want in Scotland - grey, damp, very moody. Bagpipers in kilts play on street corners, which adds to the ambiance. So, is there a better evening activity than heading down into the Old Town underworld? I love any tour that takes you underground, knowing there is a whole world beneath ...
... t know if I'll survive driving on the wrong damn side of the road), and we will be leaving Scotland's beautiful capital after suffering only two casualties:
Nancy's beloved electric toothbrush and my waistline.
p.s. FROM NANCY
On the way back to the guesthouse, we stopped and bought a package of McVitie's Dark Chocolate Digestive Biscuits, but only because we needed some change for the bus tomorrow.