For the long weekend at the start of the month we took a trip north to see my parents. Our normal route is up the A9 but in the early hours of the day we were going there was a horrific accident on the A9 and it was closed for 16 hours. A fairly lengthy diversion was the only option. So we headed up as far as Stirling, and peeled off to the west to Crianlarich (picture above is near there I think). Around that area* a military 'plane (Hercules maybe? I'm not very clued up on military things) flew over us down the glen and up again - they use the glens for practise on lower-level flying, which is pretty weird when you see a 'plane flying between the hills.
Then we headed up the A82.
As a substantial amount of the usual northbound traffic was taking this route we were more or less in convoy pretty much all the way. This road is a favourite with bikers (we saw quite a few) and my-Beloved-the-biker commented that they must have been gutted that 'their' road clogged up with normal mum-dad-and-the-kids traffic. The scenery round there is spectacular.
Glencoe (scene of the infamous massacre).
As you'll have noticed it was the most beautiful weather. That's twice we've driven that route in glorious weather - it really is the most incredibly beautiful area on a good day. It is known for its rainfall though, so we've been really lucky. I remember visiting relatives in Kinlochleven once when it was bucketing down - there were mountains all around but you'd never have known because the cloud cover was somewhere just above your eyebrows.
I spy with my little eye something beginning with M.
* And I'm not entirely sure where because Miss Mouse was going through a thankfully brief phase of saying 'Are we nearly there yet?'
No, not even half way.. *sigh*