Pulling open the curtains this morning, the whole world was transformed. Snow everywhere, still falling silently. Yesterdays' green hillsides and brown rocky peaks were all white, white, white. Lunch packed, well rugged up against the weather, we caught the bus to Windermere township and boarded another - tourist - bus with 5 others for a day tour of the district. First stop? Straight back to Ambleside to collect 3 more passengers…. We didn't mind though, j...

Saying our sad, protracted goodbyes to most of the Scottish lot, we drove away with Nicky at the wheel again on the beginning of our journey south. The weather was as dreary as us at leaving, drizzly rain and the usual cold wind - what else? Anne had offered us her GPS unit for driving directions, but Nicky and Karen were sure with the trusted A-Z Road Atlas and a big tourist attraction as the destination, they would have no problems finding their way…. Famo...

Today both Nicky and Paul were off at work, so we spent our last day in Aberfoyle very quietly at home, to catch our breath and sort ourselves out for the days to come. Doing the seemingly never-ending washing, transferring photos off of cameras, and Karen finished sewing up the little knitting projects for small members of this Scottish family, which had been keeping her fingers busy on all those long hours of driving. Then the short stroll down the street to po...

ANZAC Day. We had to explain to the Scottish cousins what this day means to Australians, even when abroad. A lovely bunch of flowers and a card tribute was taken down to the towns War Memorial in the churchyard. We were happy to leave it on the grey stone, as commemoration of all the young men who died, whatever nationality. But surprise - we discovered the names of some fallen Australian and New Zealanders etched into the stone too. Maybe they were recent imm...

Our excursion today took us up along the shores of the freshwater Loch Eck, on our way to Jail - Inveraray Jail to be precise. To continue the days' theme, Aunty Mary told us the sad tale of their families little West Highland Terrier, owned when her boys were quite young. Ludwig had gone missing and after extensive searching was still not found. Then a friend mentioned they had been up near Loch Fyne and had seen a little white dog just like him in the carava...