So I’m stuck now in Glenfinnan. Next bus is hours away so I pull out my trusty dry-erase board and write
“Lochailort, Please”. Within a few minutes a nice couple on holiday from Carlisle, England. It turns out they were off to the western most point in Scotland and the turnoff was at my hotel.
By this time we were getting on quite well and the offered that I take the trip with them. I responded that it was a lovely day and the vistas would be magnificent and, since I had been there before, I could point out a good place for lunch. We stopped for pictures when we saw this one.
And the timing was perfect, light wise when we arrived. And back at the hotel later we had a cuppa and parted friends.
I was conversing with the bartender that evening and he mentioned he played the pipes. At that a couple from England mentioned that they had been in Scotland for a few days and hadn’t seen a piper yet. They were under the impression one played at every pub one on all street corners. Not too stereotypical, eh?
Later the barkeep was surprised to learn that I was familiar with Sgoil Chiuil na Gaidhealtachd, or for us non Gaelic speakers, The National Centre of Excellence in Traditional Music. My affirmative response to the question “Did I know Dougie?” earned me a pint! Thanks DP.
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