. For dessert, we shared a slice of homemade carrot cake. Excellent! Then, after a little shopping in this cute village, we caught the train to Glasgow.
What a spectacular ride! And, it turns out that I was wrong about being on the Harry Potter bridge earlier. That was apparently a similar bridge because the real one was on this leg so I am moving that Internet picture to this entry. I tried to snap some photos myself but didn't have the right seat, as you can see by what I took. But I was able to get a good shot from the bridge itself.
Made it to Glasgow at 9:20pm, hiked to our room, then found pizza and beer at a local sports pub just in time to see England lose to Italy in the Europe Cup! Don't know if the Scots are upset or not...
No bus service to the ferry terminal at Armadale so we chartered a taxi. Turned out much better because our driver pointed out lots of history along the way and when he found out we liked scotch whiskey, he took us to a quaint little fishing village with a cute hotel that had a whiskey tasting room. We tried a few and then, of course, purchased a five-bottle sample set and a nice long sleeve t-shirt (Maggie had been looking for one). When our ride continued, we told him about Shelby attending the Gaelic College on the Isle of Skye and he said it was on the way so he pulled in when we got there and Maggie and I got to visit there for a while to see some more of our daughter's Scotland experience. Then, the ferry ride to Mallaig where we had lunch at The Tea Room, with ham and lentil soup for Maggie and a pot of blue flower Earl Grey and for me, a pot of roobios and cullen skink, smoked haddock and potato soup, a Scottish favorite. The soups were delicious and reminded us of how good the soups are in Ireland, too