8 October - England

The hills are certainly alive in this part of the woods. We woke to fabulous views and stone walls, mist on mountains and sheep dancing in the heather - woops sorry must be the haggis talking. Steve actually had the best haggis ever the night before. Much better than in Edinburgh. Same format, but much more tasty. I tried some, and it was quite sweet and spicey. We carried on up the hills past a gate that is closed during snow and ice as its just too slippery. Luckily we only encountered one car, and he pulled into one of the little layby areas and let us pass. We actually had the breaks smoking before we got to the bottom of the hill and reached the town of Kenmore.

We found our dream hoosie. A wee little castle that had just gone broke mid renovation. Picture attached...

We had breakfast at the oldest inn in Scotland and continued on to Killin Hotel for lunch. Have discovered a fabulous Pear Cider from Sweden. Must look out for that one back home.

Ended the night at the beginning of The Lakes District...