Running away to the Highlands
After our first experience on something called EASYJET, the UK’s low cost, no-frills airline, we arrived in Glasgow and were welcomed into the cozy home of Jon’s brother, Jeremy Jones.
We celebrated our birthdays at the Strathfillan Wigwam Village, a British camping gimmick–heated cabins situated on a pristine landscape. The place was run by a crusty old farming couple, whose crotchety nature and unintelligible accent were somehow just charming. They also ran a working farm with hundreds of sheep and a red-eyed goat.
One local family was not as charmed by the rustic campground as we were. “Our mum wants to run away,” said a tiny blond girl with her younger brother and beer drinking dad, whose mum was nowhere to be seen.
Our hike through the foothills of the Scottish highlands was breathtaking and conveniently ended at a pub in the nearby town of Tyndrum.
We did our best to exercise our ‘ramblers rights,’ the uniquely Scottish right to ramble wherever you choose, fences and private property be damned- so long as you are respectful.
–Anna
anna @ March 27, 2007