The last part of the holiday.
Steam driven and walking.
Atlantis was of course a ship. A wonderful little trip and the chance to see the loch floor again though not in a wet suit like years before.
The steam driven part of all this was a wonderful train. An old amazing piece of technology that was so ahead of its time. The black tar coloured train had power, such power in fire, water and steam that could explode if not handled correctly.
It was as many people saw an amazing way to travel. Of ages past, steam driven and yet modern. First class was a little different than the trains of today. It was almost as if they found a whole set of armchairs and made sure they could stick them together. Not packed in. Not uncomfortable. Not anything but ageless.
So the engine was made ready and the journey began. Again something that hardly happens now save for real trains. We were waved at every point of the journey. Stunning scenes raced by as the smoke drifted along. The main stopping point was by a sea loch.
After a short visit , some lunch of course, it was time to get back on the train and that all important photograph.
The train pulled gently towards the now even more so famous bridge and the driver gave us all the chance to take that shot. The bridge, the train, the scene.
Not as good as some take but who cares, it was my shot.
So Scotland, more scenery, more driving after the train journey to the last hotel of the holiday. Now we planned a good two day stay in Inverary and with good weather a good walk.
The hotel room had a power bath which was fun and so needed to give the old body a good refresh and relax.
The following morning and wonderful blue skies and good weather meant the walk around the castle and the grounds was certainly on. Again such scenery that you only get in Scotland, the colours so real, the air just so clean.
At the top of a very long walk up a hill through a forest (almost magical) you could see for miles. And once more not let down as I saw two Eagles soaring along the air currents. As if to complete the scene below us (dont forget we were on a hill very high up) swept through the valley past the castle a single metal eagle - Tornado actually.
The walk down ended a little painfully as my right knee slowly started to remember injuries of the past. (Running ones at that take note).
Then off for the last good meal of the holiday and homeward bound the next day.
As blogs go this is more a journal (read old blogs on my thoughts about blogs and names) and its less punched more wandering through my thoughts.
The holiday was good, the memories are renewed, photographs all there (so heading to the web site soon) and now the blogy journals.
Took a time to write the end of this but its been worth doing for me. Back now to 'normal' days, back to archery weekends, (going to see I'm Sorry I haven't a clue soon) and back to work.
By now folks know how that went.
So to end, Scotland it really is as good as I remembered and still has much much to discover. Including lots of whiskey.
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