Arrival in Scotland

 

Border

 

There it is - the Scottish boundary stone. The traditional piper is just taking a short break.

We pass Jedburgh and after some merry upping and downing the mountains we reach our next goal:

Edinburgh.

 

 

 

Easily we find the bridge over the Firth of Forth, the bay of the 4 clans who once ruled here. After paying a fee we pass the hanging bridge.

On we go, following the M90. Passing Loch Leven, the expectation on the Scottish adventure further raises. Perth now, we are on the A9, and I’m remembering my first hitch-hiking tour through Scotland - a long time ago.

 

 

Edinburgh Loch Gary

 

The closer we get to our destination, the longer the miles seem to stretch. Dunkeld, Ballinluig, then finally Pitlochry.


There it is: the long yearned for roadsign to Loch Rannoch. A short stop on the bridge over the River Garry, a CD with good ol' country music inserted, and off we go on the B8019 passing Loch Tummel.

 

 

 

The drive on the narrow street is unforgettable: on the left the steep descend to the water, on the right big rocks and high mountains.



A water dam is to be seen behind the trees, we are passing small cottages looking like wich houses in a fairy tale. As the Schiehallion comes into view, we are in good company, for behind us drives a jeep of the Forest Commission.

 

Entry

Kinloch Rannoch

Finally we reach Kinloch Rannoch and my heart gets a tendency to bounce. Everything seems to look just the same like many years ago.

I would have loved to visit Pub no. 2 were once I spent so many happy evenings, making new friends. However in the Burrannoch hotel a fire has raged 4 years ago, which has destroyed strangely enough only the entire roof on a length of 40 meters.

 

 

 

Craig Varr, from where the view to Kinloch Rannoch - Loch Rannoch is beautifully as I remember, is luring in the distance.

 

Further we go on the north of Loch Rannoch, passing a posh hotel with 'Outdoor Activity' and dry-skiing slope.

 

 

Craig Varr Kinloch Rannoch

We are passing Clach well b' Jobairte, then the large Powerstation Aulich.


The B846 now passes Learan Farm straightly.

 

 

After a few minutes at bright sunshine we reach the old Scottish hunting-castle Talladh-A-Bheithe. It was built around 1840-1850 and looks simply enthralling.


Indoors it is set up in the old style (Adam Style), outside there is a large park, lawns for sunbathing and a wonderful terrace. Directly facing the entrance is a small stony beach, were one can do some fishing or make campfires.


Tallad-A-Beithe Cottage No. 2

 

After we were welcomed by Mr. Ludwig, a German from Mainz, we make ourselves comfortable at Cottage no. 2 for the next few weeks.

The walls of this small outbuilding are, like all other walls of the castle, somewhat more than 60 cm thick and it is pleasantly cool in the house. In the evening we have a campfire at the Loch Rannoch after a long time again.

Very smoky and very weary we finally go to bed and enjoy a quiet night. Well, we have to get used to the bed-linen. Terry cloth and hard pillows are not to everyone’s taste.