Trossachs Kirk

4 January 2009

Over the course of the last week or so, we have had a number of folks tell us that we really needed to take in at least a short drive through the Trossachs—a beautiful, hilly, lake-dotted region of the area between the Lowlands and the Highlands of Scotland.  The most recent encouragement came from some new friends we met in the hotel bar last night.  Margaret and Malcolm, from Stirling, were the most delightful company and we enjoyed chatting with them for a couple of hours late last night—after our KRuMB posting was already done!  We exchanged email addresses, so I hope we can keep in touch.  Margaret was one of “us” and would fit right in on a girl’s night, sitting around Ginger’s big round table!  Perhaps one day she’ll realize her dream and come to Texas!  (She’s a big country music fan and looks forward to attending SXSW some day!)

So, this morning, when it was too cloudy and gloomy to see very far (our other plan had been to climb high above Bridge of Allan and view the scenery just after sunrise), we simply had breakfast and headed out on that drive through a bit of the Trossachs.

It was well worth the “out of the way” factor!  What a beautiful area it is.  We drove twisting roads, through hills, and wooded areas, with a pretty little lake along side us for most of the drive.  Never knowing what’s around the next bend is such a delight.  Snow-topped mountain peaks dotted the distant horizon and although we had a hard time photographing the landscape in the odd light of the very cloudy sky, the images are captured in our memories.

We ended our driving rather early tonight—the days are still so short here, that by 4 p.m. it’s dark and out this far away from a sizeable city, it is really dark!  That, plus a short night of sleep last night, and the freeezing temperatures and wet roads all combined to make us want to get off the road.  We’re about twenty miles shy of our intended destination point, but we found a sweet little privately-owned guest house with a pub and restaurant just steps away from our room.  We’re at the Nestle Inn in Newbigging.  Place names here are such fun!  We are the only guests tonight in this four-bedroom “hotel.”  It’s quiet and quaint and the shower was hot! 

Hopefully, the internet connection will allow me to actually post this entry to The Daily KRuMB.  It’s been an interesting ordeal of on-again-off-again connectivity.  My fingers are crossed as I hit the “publish” button!

~MB