Day 9: Balloch/Loch Lomond

OK, I was a bit tired to full Scottish breakfast plate, and really missed having some healthy options for breakfast, but my search for a simple fruit cup came back with nothing. So our breakfast this morning was a trip to the grocery store.

I got a nice healthy smoothie and packaged boxes of cut fruit, the boys got their various pastries. Cheaper than any restaurants, and everyone was happy. While in the store, a nice Scottish old lady who was a bit short, tried to get an attention from a tall guy about something. I saw him walking away unaware, and she looked disappointed. So I walked over to see what she needed. Turned out she just needed something from a top shelf and she couldn’t reach it. Evan got them down for her without an issue. “It’s kind of like helping Granny!” (She looked and sounded a lot like Evan’s granny Helen).

There was no plans for today, we were just driving around and see what we liked to do. The first stop was at Bird of Prey sanctuary. Even though it was nice to see the birds up close, and they were all rescued birds from the area, it was still a bit sad to see them in cages and chains.

After a bit of driving, we somehow ended up on a narrow road that’s supposed to be two way street. Fortunately we were way off the beaten path, there was hardly any car around, so we were able to enjoy the quintessential Scotland Highland countryside with only sheep, lots of sheep, as company.

We took many stops, quiet and beautiful beaches, cloud shrouded peaks, twisty streams that cut through valleys, basically anything interesting was admired and photographed. It was nice to be the only people on the road!

We rejoined the civilization in a town called Luss. Steve found an empty spot and parked there. We went into a store and bought some items. When we came out, we saw a cop chatting with some tourists. Steve went up to him and asked if he could park where we left the car, the cop exclaimed:”I was just about to put a parking ticket on that car! Is it yours?! No, you can’t park there!” LOL! We were seconds away getting a ticket. So glad Steve asked.

The weather cooperated. We didn’t feel a drop of rain until dinner time. The restaurant, a nice Spanish Tapa place, was located in Helensburgh, a coastal town at the mouth of the Gareloch, not far from the Sinclair street. 😉Okumaya devam et