Green Park Pitlochry

Finally back at home. It's been 15 weeks and 12 countries (14 technically, but a stopover in Sydney and stepping on Zimbabwean soil whilst Bungy jumping don't count). There's been highs and low's throughout, but on the whole, the experience has been fantastic and completely and ...

A surprise - wasn't expecting to see this type of detail in a non-fancy church. Looks like a farmhouse on the outside, but on the inside a very detailed painted ceiling.

I would guess that not too many people actually make it out to this site.

... up on the A9 we went past the entry to the Monarch of the Glen – apparently the royals turned down this house and took up Balmoral residence so this was made available for the popular tv show. Going through the countryside full of drenched highland cattle, black faced sheep and ram and loads of Heather we later went through Glen Gloy which is meant to be known as the 'Great Glen'. Further on we went past the Well of the Seven ...

... background. First fridge magnet brought of the Cathedral!


Across from the cathedral Lynda explained Uncle Dave's ashes were scattered by the River Tay and on the edge of the Cathedral as this was one of his favourite spots. Plus we learnt Lynda is a dog rescuer! River Tay has a particularly strong current so a dog she was dog-sitting (few months prior) was very lucky indeed.

... possible on the rope. At the back, were enormous older men who looked like they could hold the entire team themselves. They worked and strained so hard and had to work in unison pulling on the rope like a rowing team. They even had coaches shouting harsh words to those competitors they thought were not, literally, pulling their weight.
We had a beautiful day to watch the events, too. It was sunny (a rarity in Scotland) until about 4 p.m. when it began to pour ...

... the B&B of the unpronounceable name suggested as it was a nice day head to Dunkeld a conservation village about 15 minutes drive south and then head into the country west of there before getting back to Pitlochry. So glad we did it was grey and drizzly the next morning. So the motto is have a general idea of what you want to do but be flexible!

Dunkeld; what a gorgeous little place. Complete with its own village church and ...

... them and poke and prod and re-coat the globs, twirling all the while. I didn't actually see any blowing, just the production line creation of glass paperweights. Danny's prize souvenir is a bit of coloured glass scavenged from beside the rubbish bins in the carpark.
Chinese take-away in the campervan for tea tonight. Actually it was “carry-out” (served by a man with a Chinese face but a very Scottish accent) eaten in the motorhome – get it right!

... Highlands.
Jane's father's cousin's widow Dorothy now lives here, and her daughter Amanda nearby. Dorothy took us in her little car all over the district in the afternoon and evening. Afternoon tea was at Gleneagles hotel, overlooking the croquet lawn and the golf courses. Dorothy filled us in on all her family news as she drove. She was very generous with her time and her house: we were invited back to her house for a delicious supper and reminisce.

... such a bad bark(cough) she did not attend as she had wished, the cough is that bad i reckon with a little more choke she would start, the B&B was great and really clean and the breakfasts were spot on the hosts were fantastic. Thet have their very own Yeti which is good as just about every country now has this mythical bloke but here they actual have a statue of him as a reminder to the youngster to look out for on their ramblings in the hills. The ...

... for their lunch they began to ask me more personal questions. For example, how old am I and am I single. I was a little uncomfortable with their questions so I just had to ask them why they wanted to know such personal information. Of course they all started to get so excited and begin to tell me all about their good-looking, single male tour guide who was exactly my age and who was too shy to meet nice girls like me. For these ladies ...