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Stage.: yes i am mostly happy, yes i am mostly content, but leaving scotland broke this lassie's heartMelbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02257719342445833725noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506151.post-70338397606131491792008-11-12T13:58:00.000+11:002008-11-12T13:58:00.000+11:00Thanks Ms Melba, I am used to being ignored when I...Thanks Ms Melba, I am used to being ignored when I post comments on blogs so its always a nice touch to get a personalised response.<BR/><BR/>(except for the MCL but she's off doing the Augie March groupie thing)Pepsihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12385549631744126072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506151.post-16138001713781109742008-11-12T13:55:00.000+11:002008-11-12T13:55:00.000+11:00This comment has been removed by the author.Pepsihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12385549631744126072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506151.post-42458960986552097022008-11-12T13:05:00.000+11:002008-11-12T13:05:00.000+11:00hey pepsi, your comment came through while i was w...hey pepsi, your comment came through while i was writing my reply to squib so it looks like i've snubbed you. BUT I HAVEN'T.<BR/><BR/>glencoe was magical for me, i just loved driving through the mountains. it was overcast and cold and i loved it.<BR/><BR/>i don't remember the coffee though? i think we'd given up by then, because after turkey and italy the coffee was truly shite everywhere else. was possibly onto the tea by the time we got to scotland.<BR/><BR/>but yes, a very melancholy post.<BR/><BR/>i did once meet a most attractive scot, here in melbourne, i couldn't understand a word he said, he was glasweigian (sp?) and he cooked a mean seafood chowder and i was married and he had a girlfriend so i just had to admire from afar that one time i met him.Melbahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02257719342445833725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506151.post-54249275264743089822008-11-12T13:00:00.000+11:002008-11-12T13:00:00.000+11:00thanks squib for those lovely lines. i need to rea...thanks squib for those lovely lines. i need to read some burns i think and feed my soul.<BR/><BR/>since i was a child, with my father saying he would take us to scotland, ancestral lands and all that, best highland fling trophy cup on display in grandparents' house, loving the bagpipes innately when everyone else hates them, i have known about scotland and wanted to go.<BR/><BR/>it was the highlight of the whole trip for me and there's something about it that reaches very very deep for me.Melbahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02257719342445833725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506151.post-25063399971605861422008-11-12T12:59:00.000+11:002008-11-12T12:59:00.000+11:00A melancholy post there Ms Melba?The pictures are ...A melancholy post there Ms Melba?<BR/><BR/>The pictures are gorgeous, I have similar photos of some of those places but the sun was shining as it was the whole time I was there during my last visit - Edb during the festival in August can be so much fun. The highlands are an especially beautiful part of the world in summer time, that I can agree with you whole heartedly on.<BR/><BR/>You didn’t mention the coffee, no matter where I went on any trip outside of E or G, the coffee was so thick the spoon could stand up on its own.<BR/><BR/>The Campbell’s slaughtered the MacDonald’s in a nasty piece of 'traitors aligning themselves with the English' or so the MacDonald’s say. Either way, Glencoe is still a lovely place to tramp about.<BR/><BR/>Last time I was there I was fancy free and I can tell you - there was no complaints about any of the Scots I met ;-)Pepsihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12385549631744126072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506151.post-64104055468283312002008-11-12T12:12:00.000+11:002008-11-12T12:12:00.000+11:00MrSquib and I have a lot of fights about a tartan ...MrSquib and I have a lot of fights about a tartan scarf which he claims is his but which in point of fact he said I could have only he can't remember saying that<BR/><BR/>Anyway, the lines for you are: 'my heart's in the highlands, my heart is not here, my heart's in the highlands a-chasing the deer' (shame Burns was such jerk)<BR/><BR/>When I finished school I went from 'the outback' to Glasgow. It was beautiful (not so much Glasgow, more the rest, esp the country) and I really want a castle there (with central heating)squibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10744419106501810243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506151.post-27905595241117224472008-11-12T11:59:00.000+11:002008-11-12T11:59:00.000+11:00what a lovely story aof and hi. truth be told, apa...what a lovely story aof and hi. truth be told, apart from shopkeepers and wait staff we didn't meet any scots. how bad is that? i guess that's the difference between backpacking and being younger and out there, and travelling as a family.<BR/><BR/>even the lady running the b&b on loch ness was english!Melbahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02257719342445833725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506151.post-60437541987476817862008-11-12T09:52:00.000+11:002008-11-12T09:52:00.000+11:00But you didn't mention the best bit - the Scots th...But you didn't mention the best bit - the Scots themselves. I hitched through Scotland (in my younger, sillier and more optimistic days) and only met one foul person (the old bat who ran the youth hostel in beautiful Tobermory). Everyone else was a wonder.<BR/><BR/>I lost my camera while walking around lake lomond. Not expecting much, I popped by the local police station the next day, only to find it was handed in to the main station in Glasgow. When I arrived to pick it up, the policeman was so concerned that I had hitched into the city, I was given the train fare back to the town I was staying in.GShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11963643826578219126noreply@blogger.com