An old friend of mine invited me & some other pals to stay for a week in her family home on the west coast of Scotland. I hadn't been to this part of Scotland since I was 6 and was admitedly slightly scarred by memories of being eaten alive by midges and being dragged kicking and screaming up Ben Nevis. How different it was this time. Fantastic weather, low-profile midges, cycling, sailing and some (age appropriate) hiking. All in the company of some great old friends and herds of these gorgeous highland cows.
Thursday, 24 June 2010
A Highland Thing
An old friend of mine invited me & some other pals to stay for a week in her family home on the west coast of Scotland. I hadn't been to this part of Scotland since I was 6 and was admitedly slightly scarred by memories of being eaten alive by midges and being dragged kicking and screaming up Ben Nevis. How different it was this time. Fantastic weather, low-profile midges, cycling, sailing and some (age appropriate) hiking. All in the company of some great old friends and herds of these gorgeous highland cows.
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