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Sunday morning started out much like Saturday had ended, with banter and good grub. Little did I know that the day would end with me on the toilet, my nether regions on fire - a predicament that would last over a week. Urgh. I hadn't gone too far when I spotted a place to stop along the shore to take pics. The weather was overcast, but not too shabby. Apparently, on one of the islands, there's a lake with yet another island on; the only one of its kind in Britain. Right up the hill from Loch Maree was yet another loch. This was to be the day of a thousand lakes. A tiny loch. "On one side lay the ocean, and on one lay a great water..." Well, not really a GREAT water, per se. More a small loch, which you can barely glimpse. Still, the view was enough to get the old poetic licence going. I believe this part was called Second Coast. T'was nice too. Then came a slightly wilder area inland, with streams and waterfalls galore. Just south of Ullapool, very close to the Co...

After a quiet night in Drumnadrochit, I drove across Scotland towards Loch Maree, one of the most picturesque lochs in Scotland. If you've ever seen the music video to Anna Kendrick's "Cups" (aka When I'm Gone) , at 0:34, there's a picture of a postcard with the words "Scotland" on it. That postcard shows Loch Maree. I can't say I ever saw precisely that picture of it, but then again it was getting dark when I arrived and it was partially overcast when I left... and I dunno where it was taken from, so leave me alone already. On the long drive there, I also took some wrong turns and cursed both my map, my GPS and most of all my failing memory of where I was supposed to turn off. I need to face the fact that I'm getting old and forgetful and plan accordingly. Le sigh. Anyway, here's an assortment of pictures that will hopefully convince you to go see Scotland soon. A nice little loch. Looking the other way. Lochs, rivers, streams. Water, wa...

It was the end of September and time for my now yearly tradition of a week + a weekend in Scotland. Took an early flight out of Norway today and landed in lovely Aberdeen. I first set course for Castle Fraser , owned by the National Trust for Scotland and thus free, free, freeeee since yours truly is a life member of the National Trust for England. Thank you, Queen Elizabeth I for not having any offspring, thus allowing for the reciprocity of trust memberships between Scotland and England. Castle Fraser turned out to be quite a nice little place. No military history to speak of, it is more of a tower house. Its origins may go back as far as the mid 1400s, but most of what you see today is from the 1700s and 1800s, especially the gardens. I chatted a bit with several of the... ahem... mature volunteers or guides (I don't know what, if any, salary they were on, but they're paid too little) of the castle and really had just a wonderful time strolling idly through the place (as if...