on & off, 2012 has been a complete shit of a year.
my friends and family have lost people, and so many of my friends have lost parents, which prompted my mum to suggest our family take the trip we’ve been talking about for years. the trip i’d wanted to take for my 40th birthday.
in a family where all the women suffer from a host of anxiety disorders, ocd & agoraphobia, that’s really not as easy as it sounds. but we booked the holiday and *brainskimmed* the logistics of the thing.
being stuck behind vehicles with large loads is one of my WORST THINGS (inside my brain, i get stuck in worst case scenario fantasies where they lose the load and i am crushed to death), but at least this was a modern day haywain rather than a car transporter (my no. 2 worst thing to be behind) or a lorry carrying giant steel girders like in that one film <– absolute no. 1 worst thing.
and the sun was back out :)
at joyful last, we crossed the border into scotland!
“gargh! Husband, there’s an effing foreign car in the way of my FAILTE picture
it’s not even raining!” (it always rains)
2 minutes later: rain.
… more hours pass …
we arrived in callander (a small town on the edge of the trossachs) in late afternoon, and checked in to our b&b. despite the town’s pretty, and the mist covered hills that overlook it, i have no photos due to the harsh, time consuming realities of convincing an elderly ocd border collie that a wee would be a good idea after 7 hours squished in the back of the car. and then that she should sit in the room QUIETLY while Husband and i ate our aberdeen angus beef burgers in the restaurant.
(there were just 2 doors between our room & the restaurant, so i hope all the other patrons enjoyed the yipYIP YIPYIP YIP YIP YAP YIPyip YIP soundtrack as much as i did)
i have no geographical idea where sal & archie spent the night.
mum & dad were camping just 20 minutes up the road, at killin, but we didn’t manage to catch up with their slow-ass campervan ’til lunchtime.
probably because i kept making Husband pull off the road for spine-tingly atmospheric photos.
like this one.
so listen, i managed to fuck up my one picture of the piper – due to being buffeted by strong wind and anakin tugging on her lead – so i have seamlessly photoshopped him in from a photo i took last year.
(my) photos cannot do any kind of justice to the mountains, valleys and lochs of the scottish highlands, so there’s no point in trying. it’s all about the shadows swooping across the hills, as the mist rolls back and the sun peeks out, as all of the colours change and change again.
apparently i went to fort william aged 4.
but i’ve never been that far north again until now, so we left civilization behind as we headed out of town, going even more north (and west a bit) :D
we met up with mum & dad here for a coffee, which was lucky because if they hadn’t pointed it out to me, i might’ve missed… the glenfinnan viaduct! (from off of the harry potter films!!!)
there! by the arrow ^
much excitingment as we witnessed the steam train going by, but i couldn’t get any closer as the ground was all boggy and i had my good trainers on.