Back from Scotland!

Well, I’m back! Lots to chat about here and I’ll do a series of weird and wonderful pieces rather than one trail report.

I must remember, next time, some of the basics in life. Colin is younger than me, carries a lot less weight in his pack and a lot less weight on his body. By the end of day three I was completely knackered!

We ended up on the Cairn Gorm ridge in poor visibility and rain. We descended to the funicular station and took the train back down to Aviemore. Such slackers !!!

As we rolled down the hill I was conscious of the fight to stop the damn thing being built, while being relieved it was there. There was something bizarre about the trip. The funicular carriages emerged from a tunnel out on the hill. Visibility was virtually zero but the taped message churned on:

“In front of you can be seen the splendid country of Strathspey, with its wonderful lakes and trail that run through the Rothimurcus Forest” (Or something like that).”

We wondered what our fellow travellers made of it all. A Chinese family looked quite bewildered. What did they make of it all? Then again, what else is there to do on a wet afternoon in Aviemore?

Weird. Ironic. And very funny. A bit like the whole trip really. I’ll try and capture some of it in some of the posts.

One bit of advice to end on. Just in case you’re in Aviemore some time soon do not eat in the Star of India Restaurant. This was by far the worst Indian meal I’ve had for a long time. As I write my stomach is still remembering it!