The very narrow road snakes it way along coves, up into the highlands, and along the most spectacular beaches in the country. We made our way on twists, turns and steep drops until we came to the most delightful and isolated seaside village of Applecross. The Applecross Inn is a haven for people to gather to have a visit over a pint and eat some of the most delicious local food.
Our next stop, on recommendation, was the Eilean Donan Castle. When we were visiting my relatives in New Zealand; Betty talked of how her mother Christina Isabella Macrae was raised in the Eilean Donan Castle. Christina left Scotland as a young teenage woman and met my dads’ cousin John Lailey Lewis who had left England when he was only 14. The Eilean Donan Castle is a lovely castle on a small island just offshore and can be reached by a stone bridge. Apparently growing up in the castle was not as magical as one would think as it was very grey, cold and in those times isolated.
Working our way south we made it to Glasgow and decided to go out on the town. We had so much fun. We found ourselves in the Scotia pub which is the oldest pub in the city built in 1792. Nick and I were instantly welcomed by wonderful people, a live band and mugs of beer …..After closing hours we “walked” back to our hotel and visited with the local characters there until the wee hours of the morning…….
A little worse for wear we headed to Milngavie and met with Nicks relatives Murray and
Andrea. We celebrated our meeting with Champagne and exploring the family history. They gave us such a warm welcome and it was a very special way to start our 95 mile trek.