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Published: September 9th 2019
Scene of mystery
Our drive to Loch Lomond
took us through lightly wooded rolling countryside. Sheep munched in many fields, and cows chewed in the rest. Farm houses and villages nestled in the valleys, showing this to be productive land. The road wound around hills and dipped down to cross some creeks. For much of the drive we were in the Trossachs National Park
was the pretty town where we had our coffee break. Susan and I stretched our legs by exploring the small bridge over the narrow river, briefly forgetting that vehicles do come and go on these narrow roads. Pedestrians should not linger on the roadway just to enjoy picturesque views.
Safely walking along the river path, we soon encountered the village green where sheep were on exhibit. A variety with tightly curled horns reminded me of mountain sheep, although much smaller. A black ram had horns that sprang almost straight from his head. Sheep’s wool was the speciality of the local shops selling knitted items and products from the oil.
Our next stop was for lunch in Balloch
, the town at the foot of Loch Lomond. The waterfront has been developed as a tourist venue with lots of places to
Onion Bridie for lunch
eat and shop. I by-passed the prominent, popular BBQ burger place to search for more typical local food. Delicious looking pastries and cakes tempted me to eat dessert first, so I bought a “fruit slice”, which was a large piece of Scottish-style shortbread (firm) filled with currant compote. In actuality, first I ate an onion Bridie, which proved to be a minced-meat and onion pie, shaped like a Cornish pasty. It was too large to justify eating dessert at all, so I was glad that I had bought the slice first!
A final hour or so on the bus brought us to our boat ride on Loch Lomond. Blue skies showed off the ruggedness of the hills/mountains that enclosed the lake. Trees grew right to the water’s edge. A resort some distance up the Lake offered relaxation and some sports; we saw some walkers on the pathway near the shore. A cave used as a hiding place by Rob Roy
in the eighteenth century was now a destination for walkers, and a couple were just reaching it as we passed – waves exchanged. A few of the Lake’s many islands were pointed out to us as places to visit another
time. Being in the outdoors on a calm summer’s day was an oasis of stillness in our otherwise hectic schedule.
Our bus ride back to Stirling was enlivened by a short sing-song aided by words that had been distributed before we left Calgary. In truth, most people were mellowed out by the quiet day. After dinner at the hotel, Susan and I packed and went to sleep. View map of the trip to date.
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