roadtrippin'

So Scotland then. road trips are wonderfull magical experiences. But trying to descibe them in mere words is like tapdancing about architecture. It just doesn't work.

Em and I set off at 8 of the clock this morning and arrived in Aviemore at about 5-ish. The intervening time was taken up with Kirsty Maccall, hamburgers, Jimmy eat World and terrifying yet exilreating travel.

We found the nicest B n B in Aviemore and went to the three good pubs in town. In order they are;

The Winking Owl
The Old bridge
The Caingorms Hotel

All served good real ale (plus other 'false' beers) but the atmosphere has to count for a lot when you are away from home, and the Hotel had such a welcoming warm vibe and a fantasic pint of 'Stag' that it was far and away the winner!

Got a long week of hard-core relaxation and mountain walking to come. Can't bloody wait!!

Laters.