Scotland - neither Highlands or Lowlands

As expected, The overnight rain in Forfar meant we wouldn't be able to use Ann's scooter at the Highland Games at Glamis Castle. A pity, but we put the day to good use by catching up with laundry and admin.

The Loch of Forfar is quite a pretty loch, and is kept immaculately tidy. A hard path runs around it, and is hence popular with keep fitters and dog walkers. Alongside the loch are all the sports clubs (all with good sized club houses), and the indoor sports centre. We walked (well, Ann scootered) along the path for a couple of miles when the rain stopped in the afternoon.




On Wednesday we set off for Loch Tummel (you cannot get away from lochs in Scotland!), and got the first real sense we were geting towards the Highlands.We called in at a Scottish Wildlife Trust centre on Loch of the Lowes. The scopes in the viewing hide gave an excellent view of an Osprey nest, where a pair of Ospreys were raising three chicks.

Just above the Loch Tummel Campsite, was a popular viewpoint called The Queen's View, after Queen Victoria who apparently love it. This is The Queen's View.



The campsite was right on the shore of the loch, and was very quiet and peaceful. The facilities were a bit basic, but tidy enough. There were apparently Ospreys who fished there, but we didn't see any.




I don't know if the video above will work.

The next stage of the journey took us northwards, and we started to feel like we were getting into the Highlands. The route has snow gates at several places, and the higher roads all had poles alongside them, presumably to indicate where the road was in winter. However the main roads were in good condition.

The site is large and pleasant, but at the moment somewhat spoiled by the weather. It nestles at the feet of some large mountains - Meallach Mhor (768 metres) and Carn Dearg Mhor (857 metres), but unfortunately the misty rain is hiding them.



Tomorrow we head off west again to a site on the shore of Loch Leven, at the northern end of Glencoe.

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