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Fortunately, first impressions aren’t always accurate. We dropped off the rental car (Yippee!!) near the central train station in Glasgow and walked to our hotel. That view of the city was unimpressive. In fact, it reminded Mark of his experience some 33 years ago when he and his parents drove into the city, planning on spending the night. They looked around … and kept driving. We were similarly unimpressed at first.

Eventually, though, the city grew on us. It is, after all, the third largest city in the UK (after London and Birmingham) and in the Victorian era was known as the second city of the British Empire. And when you start looking around, maybe under a layer of tarnish, you start seeing the grandeur that once existed.

The stop in Glasgow was brief, though, just two nights, and much of it was spent on errands like going to the gym, doing laundry, and replacing some clothes that had misbehaved. With all that there was a little time for wandering, going to a museum, and eating.

This was it for Scotland and I have to say, it was everything I’d hoped for, very much its own unique place. Not sure if or when we’ll ever make it back, but I loved it here. Now it’s on down to the Lake District, another area I’ve long wanted to tour.

Fort William is a town on Loch Linnhe near the foot of Ben Nevis, which is the tallest peak in all of the British Isles. Given the proximity to Ben Nevis and a variety of other beautiful lakes, First William is considered a major destination for outdoor enthusiasts from all over the UK.

To be honest we did not come for those reasons. Our destination here was really Inverlochy Castle Hotel, a Victorian era baronial mansion turned hotel, where residents can lead a genteel life for a night or two. And it’s just as well that we weren’t hellbent on views of Ben Nevis, since the fog and clouds kept it pretty well hidden for the duration of our two-night stay.

This grand home was built in 1863 by William Scarlett, 3rd Baron Abinger, just a few miles from the original Inverlochy Castle, a 13th century castle that now lies in ruins. Ten years later, Queen Victoria spent a week here, declaring, “I never saw a lovelier or more romantic spot.” In 1944 the place was purchased by the Canadian entrepreneur who had founded the nearby Ben Nevis distillery. His son inherited the mansion and turned it into a hotel in 1969.

We did a bit of hiking here but mostly savored the special thrill of staying in a glorious estate and enjoying its beautiful drawing rooms and dining rooms. It was a very pleasant way to break up a fairly long journey from Skye to Glasgow.

We’ve made it out to the Isle of Skye, the largest island among the Inner Hebrides and a major tourist destination in Scotland. If you think of iconic Scottish landscape, this is it. Rugged mountains, windswept glens, medieval castles, picturesque fishing villages – the Isle of Skye has it all. We’re staying in Portree, the biggest “city” on the island but it’s a pretty modest place.

Getting here was a bit of a chore. Basically the narrow, winding roads with buses and massive trucks coming around sharp corners are driving us a little crazy. Mark lives in fear that we’re going off the road on his side (we haven’t, yet) while oncoming traffic hurtles past us just a couple inches from my side of the car (we haven’t hit them, yet). There’s a reason we prefer buses and trains for our commuting, but some of the places we’re going in Scotland are just too remote for public transportation to work.

Based on a recommendation from our London-based friend Luba, we made lunch reservations one day at a Michelin-listed restaurant on the far side of the island. When we realized just how unpleasant it would be to drive there (and that driving would mean I wouldn’t have any wine at a pretty fancy place…) we decided to hire a driver to take us there and back. Such a treat! Donda, probably in his 60s, has lived on the island nearly all his life and we’ll just say the traffic conditions didn’t bother him in the least. And we learned that he likes people from all over the world with one exception. Perhaps like a lot of Scots he really doesn’t like the English!

One weird (and unpleasant) thing about Portree is that nearly all the restaurants close on Sundays and many or most Mondays as well. Since we were there Sunday through Tuesday it was a real problem for us. Usually you can at least count on the restaurant in your hotel to be open but even that was closed. (Just one of many strikes against the least-favorite place we’ve stayed in a while.) Fortunately we stumbled on a nice restaurant – Dulse & Brose – that was open for lunch and the manager took pity on us and squeezed us in for dinner as well. And the next night too! So we survived.

A major reason to come out this way is to hike, and we did plenty of that. A lovely smaller hike the afternoon we arrived and a longer, more substantial hike the first full day before we took off across the island for our fancy lunch. Both days the weather was really nice. On day three (our second full day) we decided to brave the Scottish roads and drive around a peninsula near us where there was supposed to be some great sights and some good hiking.

After just 15 minutes or so we got to a trailhead heading up to one of the island’s top sights, a rock formation known as The Old Man of Storr. So we parked and headed up without really knowing what we were getting in for. I mean, there were lots of cars there and plenty of people so it can’t be that intense, right? Turns out it was a pretty significant hike up, maybe an hour or so. And by now the weather had changed substantially so there was a pretty strong wind blowing mist on you the whole time. Bottom line is that the views weren’t as good as we’d hoped and by the time we were done we were drenched and cold. So we headed back to town to find dry clothes.

From here we start heading south, two more stops in Scotland and then the Lake District in England. Until then, here are a few pictures of our Isle of Skye experiences.