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Sitting on a rock on the East side of Loch Lomond being enjoyed by the midges. 
This ex schoolhouse is now a B&B run by Elsbeth, in a tiny village called Thornhill. Here we were plied with Scottish pancakes and butteries. Ah heaven. 
We rolled up about 5ish to catch a boat ride out from the Port of Mentheith to the island where this little ruined Inchmahome priory was located, only to discover that we were too late. We tried again the next morning. We called the ferry and it turned out to be a small boat. The priory is on a tiny island in the middle of the Lake of Mentheith (owing to a clerical error it is the only lake in a country full of lochs.) 
The priory is built on top of the remains of earlier structures. This carved stone located in the sacristy is pretty much all that is left of early pagan occupation. 
Not much has changed in 100 years, we've just gone from red flags to E tags. 
Karen attempts to claim on the insurance policy to bankroll the trip. 
Why couldn't our ancestors build theses things with escalators, close to the road and with toilets that work? Oh and how about a COLD coke for good measure? 
With sweat glistening on their brows, and arms, and backs, and legs - (you get the picture?) See previous caption relating to escalators. 
Taking in the sights of Aberdeen we spotted these tourists waiting for a bus to take them out for a day of pillage and plunder. 
Easter (as in not west - rather than chocolate bunnies) Aquhorthies (for which I have no explanation anybody out there got a clue?). This is a rare example of a stone circle featuring a recumbent bordered by smaller rocks. 
We're sprung! Forget the castles, stone circles, forget the ruined churches here is the real reason we came to Scotland - single malts. The best single malt in the world is... a free single malt. Do the Glenfiddich tour and try the malt liqueur. hmmm. nuff said. 
The fantastic four meet up with the dynamic duo. (No further alliteration will be entered into - at this time - move along). 
The Commercial in Dufftown where Karen and Seona stayed. 
Jools, Thatch, Kevin and Jude stayed here while in Dufftown. 
This clock tower has the dubious honour of featuring in a story about the hanging of a local highway man, (some time back now you understand). It is said that while waiting for a pardon from the crown to arrive, the local sherrif (boo hiss) set the clock back one hour, so that the hanging took place before the pardon could arrive. Neat eh? 
This is a picture of the ravishing maid Jude at Balvene Castle, doing the maiden in distress scenario. 
What do you mean you threw a pound down there? Jude and Kevin get in touch with their Scots heritage. 
We braved gales and trudged the uphill mile from our respective B&B's to reach Balveny Castle. A picturesque castle with, in part, 3 intact floors and a moat that has partly been filled in or otherwise obliterated. 
As well as Squirrels crossings and deer, ducks and donkeys, we came across Otters Crossings. |
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