Next stop, Newtonmore, geographical centre of Scotland, which is just weird. If you want to go there right now, there’s bargains to be had. There must be a thousand villages bigger than Newtonmore in England that don’t have a railway station, but I guess Potton doesn’t have is a setting by the Cairngorms and shops… Continue reading THE LITTLE BOYS ROOM
IT’S A LONG WAY FROM TIPPERARY TO BLAIR ATHOLL
You’ll probably have worked out by now I failed in my Orkney expedition. By the time I reached Inverness after a breathtaking stretch of A9 I’d worked out that exploring the Cairngorms by train, and a night on the town by Loch Ness (#Believe), was more enticing than another 4 hour slog up to Lands… Continue reading IT’S A LONG WAY FROM TIPPERARY TO BLAIR ATHOLL
MOULIN BROWN
Some things I appreciated about Scotland on this trip… It’s always sunny Complete disinterest in the Rugby World Cup among locals Fewer lorries on the dual carriageways Train stations mandatory within a mile of any GBG pub That’s a civilised country, if you ask me. OK, there aren’t masses of trains, but just enough to… Continue reading MOULIN BROWN
YOUR COMPLETE DUNKELD & BIRNAM CULTURAL GUIDE
Just to prove this blog isn’t all beer, here’s some tourist highlights i.e. things I could actually see when daylight returned to Dunkeld. In the morning, over world-beating smoked salmon and scrambled eggs, the nice owner of Merryburn told me more about Dunkeld and Birnam than you’d find on Wiki, sparing me all those… Continue reading YOUR COMPLETE DUNKELD & BIRNAM CULTURAL GUIDE
A HAGGIS SUPPER BY THE TAY
Yes, you’re hooked now, aren’t you? First of all, my second GBG tick in Dunkeld, which had the “Royal” in its name but was clearly relying on Inter v Borussia Dortmund to draw in the gentlefolk diners. And local beers, of course. I was the only one not wearing a jumper (there was a heatwave… Continue reading A HAGGIS SUPPER BY THE TAY
DARKNESS DESCENDS ON DUNKELD
I’m on the way back from Scotland now, (Spoiler) defeated in my quest to reach the fabled Orkneys but buoyed by the accumulation of a wealth of scenic discoveries. And 30 ticks. So the chances of this blog being up-to-date by the end-of-month review are Less Than Zero. But I’ll press on, back at Dunkeld… Continue reading DARKNESS DESCENDS ON DUNKELD
DUNBLANE : TENNIS HERO & TAPPIT HEN
Eagle-eyed readers of this blog, of whom there won’t be many, will have noticed that the Bridge of Allan is virtually next door to Dunblane. Hurrah ! Now I’ve always wanted to visit Dunblane to pay homage to Sir Andy. As someone who once managed to hit a ball, underarm, over the tennis fence I’m… Continue reading DUNBLANE : TENNIS HERO & TAPPIT HEN
OOR WULLIE
Some fast paced ticking action now, as the No. 54 brings you to the heart of Bridge of Allan, birthplace of Judy Murray, the most powerful woman in Scotland. Another Scottish town with a population between 5,601 and 8,901 to add to the growing list I was to tick off on the trip. Between Stirling… Continue reading OOR WULLIE
A STIRLING EFFORT
Before start on Scotland, I understand there is a gnashing of teeth that you can’t post your scathing comments on today’s posts. My advice is, write your comments on a piece of paper in pink pen, click your heels and throw the paper in the bin. I’m sure that will work. From (Raheem) Sterling to… Continue reading A STIRLING EFFORT
THE RIGHT WREAY
With BRAPA having safely left the Lakes, having drained it of barley wine, I thought it was safe to stop for a half (or whatever I didn’t tip in the plants) in Cumbria. It took over 3 hours to trundle up past Penrith, as some dreadful family from Sevenoaks (probably) chose to break down on… Continue reading THE RIGHT WREAY
