Author: melmalinowski

  • West Highlands Way, Scotland, UK

    The West Highlands Way is the longest of the long distance Scottish walks, at 96 miles. Starting not far north of Glasgow, it climbs up into and through the Highlands and moorland of Scotland, the home of ‘Rob Roy’ MacGregor and the Highlanders who wound up battling for control of their own lands. Reading of the conflicts that rose as most of the land came under the control of a very small group, it does make you wonder if we are heading into a similar situation in the modern western world.

    Note: the following is a very long post, as the West Highlands Way is a very long hike!

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    In the morning, I took a 45 minute train ride up to Milgavnie, the southern portal for the West Highlands Way. Here is the beginning of this hike.

    As there are many detailed guides to the WHW online, I will just show a lot of pictures, and comment on my experience, rather than create a guide. As always in these posts, I will try to provide enough pictures to give you a feel for the varying terrain, with a few comments. Believe me, this will not spoil the experience for you if you come and hike them yourselves, as the reality of being there is far better! And if you cannot come, I hope you can share the feeling.

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    First, a few useful words from Scottish:

    Ben =  mountain or hill

    Inver = mouth of a river, as in Inverness (mouth of the River Ness), Inversnaid, Inverarnan

    Burn = stream

    Croft(er) = small scale farm(er)

    Cullen Skink = soup made with smoked Haddock fish

    Firth = estuary

    Glen = valley

    Hootenanny = celebration

    Loch = lake

    Muir = moor

    Wee = small

    Saying: “Tak tent o time ere time takes tent of thee” = Take care of how you spend your time before time takes care of you (you die).

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    The path from Milgavnie first takes you through the Mugdock Wood, a typical Scottish broadleaf forest. My first day was the 12 mile walk from Milgavnie to Drymen (pronounced, approximately, Mill-gaav and Driihmen).  At 8:30, as I headed out, it was beginning to rain. Being cautious, not wanting to start out soaked, I put on my raincoat and rain pants.

    After about 15 minutes, the rain stopped and the sun came out. After the first good hill, I was too hot and had to strip down to just my long sleeve cotton base layer. A local fellow slinging tennis balls for his dog was there on the hilltop, and said most walkers had to adjust clothing there.

    As I will note later, this was not the last sudden weather switch!

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    The trees varied, though most were broadleaf.

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    There were some very old oaks.

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    Then, the highlands came into view! Quite dramatic. Not too long after this, in came a squall, and it was rainclothes time again. I got a bit tired of suiting up and suiting down. That’s Scotland, where they say you can have 4 seasons in one hour.

    Around 9 miles out, I felt my toes getting a bit ‘hot’. Hotspots are signs of irritation, early warnings of possible blisters to come. It’s important to not blister! So I stopped, took my boots off to air out my toes and my socks, and have some lunch. Luckily, the sun was shining. Then, I switched to my athletic shoes for a bit. The combination did the trick. I wound up with slightly sore but unblistered toes. Hopefully, they will tough a bit and do better tomorrow.

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    A side trip from the end of the first day’s walk is into the village of Drymen, where I stayed overnight. Along the way I passed this old building:

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    The Old School House . Now, into Drymen to a comfy hot bath at the old Buchanan Arms Hotel.

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    A ‘Full Scottish Breakfast’.  Egg, bacon, sausage, bacon, mushrooms, potato scone, tomato, beans and ‘black pudding’.

     

    Day 2: Drymen to ‘Shepherd’s House’

    imageUp early in the morning, on Day 2,  I headed out early in hopes of beating the predicted afternoon rains.

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    Along the road, I passed a little stand set up for hikers. No one was supervising, you were trusted to pay up.

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    Leaving the road, and up into the hills. The trail is well-marked.

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    First year calves find the passing hikers bemusing? Perhaps. They come, and they go, while this is home for them.

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    The trail led up from near Drymen through a conifer forestry area. It is a mix of tall conifers and areas that have been clear-cut harvested.

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    Clear-cut area in foreground. Not such a pretty area to hike through, but better lies ahead.

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    Emerging out of the forestry area, I catch a first glimpse of storied Loch Lomond.

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    I climbed Conic Hills, a rounded series of domes shaped by ancient glaciers. On the way down, the islands of Loch Lomond (Scotland’s largest Loch) lay just ahead.

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    The WHW trail continues along this shore of Bonnie Loch Lomond:

    O ye’ll tak’ the high road, and I’ll tak’ the low road,
    And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye,
    But me and my true love will never meet again,
    On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

    My second day on the Way ended at my accommodations in a ‘Shepherd’s Hut’ near the lakeshore.

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    Shepherd’s House B&B has a replica of a traditional shepherd’s living van which you can stay overnight in on your walk.

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    Likely the smallest room I’ve ever slept in (7’x11′ plus a 4’x7′ bathroom with shower), smaller than any dorm room. But it was a cozy charming place to overnight on the trail, after a full day spent out in the Highlands, resting up for tomorrow’s 12 mile walk along Loch Lomond. It seemed just right for my ‘living small’ lifestyle.

     

    Day 3:

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    From “The Shepherd’s House” on to the Garrison Farm above Inversnaid

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    The trail here winds along the steep banks of Loch Lomond formed by the roots of Ben Lomond, at 3, 192 feet high the most southerly of Scotland’s 46 peaks over 3,000 feet high (which are called ‘Munros’). The result is a rocky, spectacular trail, my favorite so far along the WHW.

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    Lots of rain in Scotland, that’s a fact.

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    Lush, rocky, green–what more can you want?

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    Many wildflowers.

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    Here, the path is literally carved from the solid rock.

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    Another redhead with green eyes,  Karen from Denmark.

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    What a trail!

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    Then, the path leads through another Sitka Spruce forest, by this building ruin.

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    On the way up the hill from Inversnaid (going off trail to Garrison Farm for the night) I passed this former church, now a B&B and campsite.

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    Garrison Farm, my lodgings for the night. At the end of a long hiking day, the 400 foot elevation, 2 km climb up the hill seemed more tiring than usual. This was built as a military garrison to control the unruly Highlanders, some led by local boy ‘Rob Roy’ MacGregor.

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    Free range eggs were for sale at Garrison farm, so I bought some and made a fine omelette for dinner, and another for breakfast.

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    After a few hours rest, refreshed, I took a walk up in the hills above the farm. In the far distance you can see Ben Lomond.
    Day 4: Inversnaid to Inverarnan

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    Day 4 was along the lakeside, very rugged and dramatic, but rougher, more strenuous hiking as you were negotiating steep rocky ups and downs where you really needed to use your hands on the rocky patches.

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    This tree root is straining to find purchase on the rocky hillside.

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    A painted portrait of Rob Roy MacGregor

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    Rob Roy’s cave? Perhaps, certainly a place you could shelter down by the Loch.

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    Leaving the way, I walk on over to the Drover’s Inn

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    Possibly the oldest Inn I have slept in. Rob Roy, as you saw above, was not above sleeping in caves by the Lochside, so I’m not sure how good a recommendation this is.

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    However, the Drover’s Inn is actually quite comfortable!

    Day 5:

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    Way out here in the Highlands, Internet service is simple and slow. I may have to wait to add in pictures. I’ll try to put in the basics for now, and add pictures later.

     

    Day 6: Tyndrum to Bridge of Orky

    I made the mistake of not firming up my schedule until a month before leaving, partly because it was unclear to me whether I should push and do long hikes, or go more slowly. As a result, a few places with minimal accommodations were booked out, and I had to take a bit longer. Tyndrum to Bridge of Orky was one such case. I would have gone on to Inveroran, but there is only one accommodation there, and it was full. That meant a short day, followed by a long hike the next day. Oh, well. Try to plan further ahead if you do the Way.

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    There are so many beautiful streams along the WHW, I have not depicted them all.

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    If the wind blows but no sun, wind power. If it is sunny and still, photovoltaic power. A good choice along an isolated railroad track!

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    Along the way, I met a Scottish woman hiking the Way with three of her four children. She had strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. Her children all had blonde hair and blue eyes. So I ventured a guess that her husband had blue eyes, and that was correct! We had a funny, interesting talk as I matched their quite brisk walking pace.

    Further along, her husband and their dog joined us, approaching from the other direction. I asked their 10 year old daughter if she could suggest a Scottish song to learn, and also if she had heard  one of our silly songs, “Do your ears hang low, do they wobble to and fro” and was surprised that she knew it well. Maybe it originally is an English song.

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    The West Highlands Railway heads in the same general direction as the WHW, and if the hike is too strenuous, it offers another way to see some of this area. In a few cases, the trail crosses under the rails in underpasses probably built for the sheep!

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    As sheep on the whole are not as tall as us, this underpass required ducking down to walk through!

    At Bridge of Orky Hotel, I met a fellow hiker with red hair and green eyes:

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    Her name is Elin, and she is from Sweden. Red hair genes are not limited to the Irish or Scottish.

     

    Day 7: Bridge of Orchy to Kingshouse

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    You begin by walking across the Bridge of Orky, built as part of the government program began in 1807 to provide good roads up into the remote Highlands area that they were having trouble pacifying (remember Rob Roy MacGregor!). So these were really military roads, but they encouraged and enabled commerce as well. The roads were well designed with moderate slopes and well constructed, so that although they are no longer used as vehicle roads, they make good walking trails. This made the 12 mile walk seem like less.

    As I was leaving Bridge of Orky Hotel, so was a woman from the Netherlands, and we made the days hike together. As her husband and 10 year old daughter we’re not eager to make this particular strenuous hike, she was off doing it on her own. She is hopeful that her daughter will soon join her on her hikes. Debby struck me as an experienced Trekker, well equipped and savvy. She also had a touch of red in her brown hair:

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    We had a very interesting talk along the way about Holland and the impact of refugees. She is a social worker in the Netherlands. It used to be that they had perhaps 250 people needing public assistance, in a county with 30,000 people. Now, there are two counties under their care, with a combined total of about 57,000, and they need to assist 1,500 due to the economic downturn and refugees. This is putting a strain on the community resources, of course.

    The U.K. is getting more refugees than most other countries in Europe, and that and the economic downturn were factors in the recent vote by the U.K. to leave the European Union. As a member of the EU, they are required to accept any other EU citizens.

    I told the story of how Judy and I were in Peru, visiting a former AFS exchange student in Ariquipa, and at the end of a family party, everyone sang a song to share. I persuaded her to alternate singing songs with me, and with some coaxing, she overcame her shyness and sang some lovely Frisian language songs. She has an undertone of red in her brown hair, something I am tracking while in Scotland.

    On the way up from the bridge, walking through a Sitka Spruce forest, a large doe crossed the trail ahead of us, froze and watched us. My first deer sighting in Scotland.

    imageIt was a very rainy, cold hike across the great wild moorland area. Broad and high, it is a peat bog of sorts, so you do not want to leave the military road or you would risk sinking into deep spots. In the heart of the moorland, you could see not a single fence nor building as far as the eye could see in any direction. Unlike the Isle of Skye, where sheep could be seen on all slopes, there are no sheep being grazed out here now.

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    It has been a wet walk along the West Highlands Way in late June, 2016!

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    Broad and wild, with lots of streams bringing the rainwater down the hills.

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    This little bird approached us, probably because some hikers fed it. We did not, as feeding the wild birds this way can cause problems. Perhaps one of our readers can identify it.

    As we dropped down into the valley, we passed right near the base of Glencoe Ski Area.

    I was surprised to find when I went to register at Kingshouse, my hands were cold enough from the rain and windchill that I had some trouble making my signature. This is just how your body reacts when you have hypothermia: you begin to lose co-ordination. Maybe I was colder than I thought! I suppose I should be a bit more careful to not let my hands get super chilled in the future, lest I need them limber for something important.

     

    Day 8: King’s House to Kinlochleven

    Today’s hike is reputed to be a tough one, with a lot of climb, up the ‘Devil’s Staircase’.

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    Leaving Kingshouse

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    Beginning to climb out of the valley.
    Big, rugged hills rise all around. This whole area must be covered with snow in winter.

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    Looking back down ‘The Devil’s Staircase’, which for all its aura is just a very long, steep climb up to a pass. Puff, puff, puff, you’re there. Almost that easy. At the top, I ran into Debby from the Netherlands again, resting up after the big climb. The red jacket is that of a French mother, climbing up with her three children, one daughter as well as a pair of twins, boy and girl, and her husband (who was ahead). One fun part about a long trail such as WHW is that you meet interesting people, and often run into them again on the trail, and sometimes in the Inns in the evening. I have had many interesting conversations this way.

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    Up and past the pass, the twins cross the stream

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    Ahead lies Lochleven and Kinlochleven

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    Water, water everywhere!

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    Then, we dropped into a birch forest just above Kinlochleven. These foxtail plants line the trails all over Scotland. We had them in Amboy, Washington, USA too where I grew up. We kids liked to pick them and put them on our fingertips. They were gathered and digitalis, a heart drug, was extracted from them.

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    Kinlochleven is a relatively big village (note: hamlets are small villages without a church. If you have a church, you are upgraded to Village status) due to having a hydro generating station and (until it was closed in 2002) an aluminum smelter.

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    One of the old Pelton water turbine wheels. There were 11 turbines turning 11 DC power generators (smelting used DC). Now they have been converted to AC power for general transmission reasons. Pelton wheels date from 1870, and were very efficient with high head (pressure), low flow water sources. They extra almost all the kinetic energy from the water source.

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    One of the more unusual salmon sculptures I’ve seen. Only fly fishing allowed in this river.

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    The River Leven

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    Last day: Kinlochleven to Fort William, 15 miles

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    Today is a long hike, 15 miles plus a lot of elevation to climb, more than 2,000 feet. A bit of sunshine in the morning led me to set out without the usual rain gear on, so as not to overheat on the steep climb out of Kinlochleven.

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    Looking back at Kinlochleven. You can see the hydro powerhouse, as well as the building that was the aluminum smelter. A local fellow who worked there said it was one of the earliest aluminum smelters, located here for the water, and cheap hydro electricity. He said it also was the smallest smelter in the world, as well as the most polluting. It was closed in 2002. A very vertical, dramatic valley along the River Leven.

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    Looking on down the River Leven.

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    The trail became rocky and steep. A good place to have sturdy mountain boots!

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    Further up, you climb up above tree line.

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    And then rejoin the ‘Military Road’. This section is not in as good a condition as that through the moorland, and the water running sideways across it has left some of it pretty rocky and uneven.

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    Rosy granite with lots of lichens in this damp valley.

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    Ruins of an old crafters home. Though undoubtedly sheep were pastured here, there are none now.

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    Further on, the trail drops into a forested area.

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    Very wet and mossy, even covering the tree trunks.

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    The shallow soil here left after glaciation makes the trees vulnerable to tipping over in storms as in this case.

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    This appears to be the same kind of plant we kids called ‘sour sorrel’, gathered and ate for the pungent sour flavor burst. At least it tastes the same!

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    Then the trail goes through a forestry area with big clear cut areas. Not so pretty. This section seemed like a rather long trudge.

    At last you emerge overlooking Fort William:

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    A side trail beckons to the hilltop that had an ancient fort. Near the end of a long day’s hike, was it worth the climb? Why not?

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    After the climb, it was a bit disappointing that there are no visible ruins atop the hill. However, the views of Ben Nevis (albeit only the lower part, the top was in the cloud as it is 9 days out of 10) were dramatic.

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    A Scottish family I walked with one day (mentioned earlier) arrived at the end of the Way the day after me. It was just beginning to rain–but, with an eye on the weather, they started early from Kinlochleven, and hiked in short sleeve shirts the whole way. What a fine bunch of hikers!

    I have found the Scottish people to be quite open and friendly. They are currently having a national debate about whether it would be better to become independent from the United Kingdom. A clear majority want to stay within the European Union, and the U.K. vote to leave the EU has further muddied the water. Opinion is rather split, and it is unclear so far how this will play out. With a population of less than six million, an independent Scotland would be one of the smaller countries in the world.

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    One point of view we saw along the way. Not all agree independence would improve prosperity.

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    The end of the trail. A good 96 miles it was! I was surprised to see rain most days, even in late June. However, perhaps this is not new. It rained the afternoon I arrived in Fort Williams, and pretty much all day the following day. Here’s a comment from 1838:

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    A few tips in retrospective should you choose to walk the WHW:

    Do not underestimate the wetness and cool weather of this area! You must have serious breathable rain gear, including rain pants. They also serve as a windbreaker when walking into a stiff, moist wind. Wind chill can be considerable.

    There are long stretches with no toilets, so try to be prepared. Bring food and water for mid-day. I found that if I was well-hydrated at breakfast, one liter of water sufficed in the cool, wet weather. You would want more if it were hot (hard to imagine!).

    Oddly enough, there are few mileages noted along the way. Rely on your own GPS or map resources to know where you are and how far you have left to go. If you do walk the 12-15 mile days, be very careful to not get blisters. If you have good footwear, your feet will likely gradually toughen and do better. Trim your toenails way back to avoid losing them on the steep downhill stretches. Though a few people walk the Way in athletic shoes, most use real mountain boots, probably because the Way is often rough, sharp stones, and sometimes very wet.

     

    The Way is walked in winter, but take care if you try this. It looks to me like winter conditions could be challenging, and there are long, isolated stretches that could be fearsome in a winter storm.

    The West Highlands Way is a very interesting long journey well worth the effort. It would be possible to hike just parts of it, taking buses in between, to scale it down. It is not a wilderness experience, but it is not a walk in the park, either. You need to be fit and have proper mountain clothing and gear to go out there. If you do, you will be rewarded with some spectacular rugged Highland surroundings that are unforgettable.

     

    Tomorrow: a ride on the Jacobite Steam Train, which was seen in the Harry Potter movies.

     

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  • The Isle of Skye

    The Isle of Skye. The name alone has a bit of mystic to it. It has a reputation as a place of great dramatic beauty, and this is well warranted. Some areas are flat out spectacular. I rented a Fiat 500 (tiny little car!) in Inverness for four days, and drove down to the Isle of Skye, about a 3 hour trip.

    There is more forested area up in this area of Scotland than I had imagined. The higher hills tend to not have any trees, mostly grass or heather, or very high, are just bare rock.

    Some of the bare rock is quite spectacular:

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    Ardnamurchan – the roots of a Palaeogene volcanic centre. © Patricia MacDonald of Aerographica.

    imageThe harbor at Portree, The Isle of Skye

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    River Sligichan, the old bridge, and the Black Cuillin mountains in the background. Skye comes from a Norse word for the island, Skuy, meaning ‘misty isle’, which seems appropriate, as it has seemed to rain about every other day. A reason it is so green?

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    These fluffy white flowers look like sheep’s wool that has pulled loose (which you do see around here).

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    One of the most striking areas on the Isle of Skye is The Quaraing. Driving to the trailhead involves a long stretch of one lane road with occasional turnouts for passing. It is well worth the effort.

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    Pictures cannot fully convey the great sense of space and distance here. It is grand and awesome.

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    “The Needle”

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    175 million years ago, this area was a shallow sea, and thick layers of sediment, sand and sea creature remains were deposited. Eventually they solidified into sandstone, shale and limestone. Around 60 million years ago, this area was uplifted by movements of the plates. As North America and Greenland separated from Europe, layers of lava emerged and covered the sedimentary rocks. 10 million years later, this area tilted due to uplifts, which led to massive landslides. The Quaraing is the biggest landslide area in the United Kingdom.

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    Looking down from atop the tower I had climbed, I saw a backpacker ascending a lower outcropping. I later met him, a fellow from the Netherlands, hiking and camping along the “Skye Trail” that passes by The Quaraing.

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    Another view as I climbed down from the tower.

    I climbed up into the high area near The Needle, thinking it might be possible to attain the top (not of The Needle, but of The Quaraing). The going turned from steep grassy to scree, then rocky, then to class 4 climbing (with both hands, but not needing rope protection), and then to riskier class 5 climbing that really warranted having a belay. As I was alone, and in an isolated spot where no one would find me if I fell and was injured, I decided it was prudent to go no further. An important part of good mountaineering leadership is knowing when to turn back, and to be willing to do so.

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    Once I turned this corner, I was out of sight. I’ve decided it’s about time to get a Personal Locator Beacon, a little device that can send a signal via satellite to trigger a rescue if you are injured and unlikely to be able to rescue yourself or be found.

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    A friend alerted me to the fact that I was quite near the Talisker (single malt Scotch whiskey) distillery, so I drove out to the small village of Talisker. I have not favored hard liquor, and had been ignoring the ‘single malt’ movement. But, when in the Highlands…I found that this spirit, taken in small sips, gives a very interesting ‘glow’ to the mouth. The single malt whiskies vary quite a bit in taste, from very smooth to very ‘peaty’ (smokey). Talisker is quite smokey. I decided that while here in the highlands I should sample one single malt Scotch an evening.

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    Well, maybe I will not try this particular bottle. In the Highlands, a small glass (25-35ml) of most Scotch cost about $5-6.

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    Another dramatic rock formation that is part of the Trotternish Ridge, a 300 meter thick layer built up out of multiple lava flows around 60 million years ago, includes the “Old Man of Stor” pinnacle.

    You must climb up more than 1,000 feet of hillside to get close to the cliff.

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    The Old Man of Stor

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    Loch Leathan lies below The Stor

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    If you keep walking on beyond the Old Man of Stor, you see more of the Trottenish Ridge.

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    From high above The Old Man of Stor, you can see far, with the isle of Raasay in the background, as well as the Loch Leathan. Two steps back, and I would go off a several hundred meter high cliff. Scotland is very welcoming. You are welcome to walk off any high cliff of your choosing, as there are no guard rails or warning signs to desecrate the views. I like this approach.

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  • Inverness, Scotland (UK)

     

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    I reached Inverness after a 3 ½ hour train ride north from Edinburgh. Inverness is a much less dramatic city than Edinburgh, relatively flat, lying along the banks of the River Ness (which empties Loch Ness).

    You see quite a number of villages and towns in Scotland that begin with ‘Inver’, because in Gaelic ‘Inver’ means ‘the mouth of’. Inverness is ‘the mouth of the (River) Ness’. Others sharing this prefix include Inversnaid and Inverarnan, along the West Highlands Way, where those rivers empty into Loch Lomond.

    The train ride passes through the Highlands on the way north (where I shall soon go to hike the West Highlands Way), the ‘Highlands’, of which Robert Burns wrote so eloquently in the Scottish dialect:

    “My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here. My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands wherever I go.”

    We often only see little snippets of his poetry. I took time to find an iBook of his collected poems, which is free as it is now in the public domain. Not all of it is compelling, but bits are exquisite. He only lived to 38 years old, perhaps because he went overboard on ‘following the roe’ so to speak. He wrote some memorable songs (who has not sung some verses of Auld Lang Syne on New Year’s Eve?) and bits of poetry. Here are a few of the best lines:

     

    “O, wad some Power the giftie gie us
    To see oursels as others see us!
    It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
    An’ foolish notion.”

     

    “Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
    Her noblest work she classes, O:
    Her prentice han’ she try’d on man,
    An’ then she made the lasses, O.”

     

    Last verse of “To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough, November, 1785”:

    “The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men,
    Gang aft agley.
    An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
    For promis’d joy!”

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    Spoken in Scottish dialect

     

    Auld Lang Syne

    Though often credited to Burns, Burns himself called this an traditional song he had learned from an old man (and perhaps enlarged upon). Only the  first two verses are the most commonly sung. Auld Lang Syne means (loosely): ‘days gone by’

    “Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
    And never brought to mind?
    Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
    And auld lang syne!

    Chorus.—For auld lang syne, my dear,
    For auld lang syne.
    We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
    For auld lang syne.

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    Saint Andrew’s Scottish Episcopal Cathedral. The bells can be heard all through town.

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    I saw more red hair in Scotland than in Ireland, but that could be a fluke. Ireland has 10% red hair, Scotland is only about 6%, whereas the worldwide prevalence is only 1-2%. Red hair is associated with freckles, and the reduced or inability to tan.

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    This is Sharon, met on the West Highlands Trail. She has green eyes, which she said corresponds with being able to tan a little, whereas blue eyes is the most pure form, where no tanning is possible. Neither of her parents had red hair. This is possible because the red hair gene is recessive, so both parents must have it. About 38% of people in Ireland have one or more red hair genes.

    Sharon has one of the lighter variations of the expression of the red hair gene. It was kind of her to allow this picture while out on the trail with ‘hiking hair’.

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    Near my apartment is this memorial to a courageous woman. She could not ignore the plight of these people she knew, so she helped them. Then, she paid with her life.

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    I’ve been enjoying biking in many cities, and so I signed up for a United Kingdom (Great Britain) program called Bike & Go. You pay about $15 a year, and then about $5 a day to rent bikes like this at any train station. Since the local going rate to rent a bike at a bike shop was $29 a day, as much as to rent a car, it sounded worthwhile even for just a few days. You get a 7 speed fat tire bike, pretty heavy and sturdy, with a lock cable and racks. So I headed off to explore the area around Inverness.

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    Riding upstream along the River Ness, I passed this quaint pedestrian suspension bridge. You must walk your bike crossing it, which makes sense, as it sways beneath you! But this time, I continued up the left bank.

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    There are some very nice walking/biking paths along the river.

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    Crossing this bridge takes you out onto an island in the middle of River Ness.

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    An old man was slinging a tennis ball out into the River Ness for his dog to fetch. It was a bit cool.   He said “Up here, we call 10°C (50°F) a heat wave.”  That’s about what it was. But, as the Norwegians say “There are no weather problems. Only clothing problems.”

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    I suppose this is an area for group gatherings or performances.

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    There are many rhododendrons here, they like the climate.

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    After awhile, the path climbs up to the towpath along the 22 mile long Caledonian Canal, finished in 1821 to provide a safer way to transport goods than out in the rough open sea passage. The irony was that by the time it was completed, ships had gotten bigger, and did not need it. These days, it mostly carries tourist boats and yachts.

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    There is much yellow gorse along the canal. There are ‘tow paths’ on each side,

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    A local style home along the canal, with TV antenna and satellite dish added, plus lots of flowers.

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    “Shall not loveliness be loved forever!”

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    The Great Glen Way is a 76 mile walk from Fort William to Inverness. I biked part of it from the Inverness end another day.

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    The island path was so pretty I biked there several times. Today I went much further.

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    A82 was unavoidable. Fast two lane road with no separate bike path. So when I came to a fork in the road, as Yogi Berra suggested, I took it:

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    Up a steep, one lane road. Never saw a car or a person the whole way.

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    Then, Google Map directed me onto this ‘road’. Hmm. Perhaps an abandoned dirt road?

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    My kind of path! I like it. Nobody out here, I better not break a leg.

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    Further down, I go through some old growth forest with huge trees, and come out on an old road.

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    There are rhododendrons growing wild on the hillside, I’ve never seen anything like this!

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    It seems I have stumbled on the Old Dochgarroch estate, land granted to a family for service back in the 1400s.

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    The rather old manor house down near the Loch.

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    Acres of sculptured hedges. Most unusual!

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    The Old Bonna Church

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    And Loch Ness, a rather big lake! Then, back via A82 to the Caledonian Canal tow path and home.

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    My grandchildren teased me and urged me to eat haggis (which they would certainly not do!). After some checking with locals, I decided it was worth a try. I ordered ‘Whiskey Haggis’ with clapshot (a traditional dish made of mashed Swedish Turnips and potatoes). The quarter oval is an oat cake. The whiskey part is the cream sauce in the small dish. I added a pint of dark Scottish ale. The verdict: good haggis is yummy, as was the clapshot. Glad I tried it. According to the 2001 English edition of the Larousse Gastronomique: “Although its description is not immediately appealing, haggis has an excellent nutty texture and delicious savoury flavour”. I couldn’t have put it better. Don’t read about it, try it.

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    The dark Scottish ale was excellent, with strong distinctive hop flavor and a lot of body. I liked it better than the Guiness I had in Ireland. A pint is plenty, and you should not ride off on your bike for a time after having one!

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    Our local pub, The Castle Tavern.

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    The Inverness local bagpipe group practicing in front of Inverness Castle. A most improbably instrument, the bagpipe. I cannot imagine how it was thought up, maybe something done after several pints of Scottish ale during a long, dark winter?

    I think storming Inverness Castle would be a bit easier than the Edinburgh Castle! Just throw some rocks through the windows. An earl impolitely refused entry to Mary (‘Queen of Scots’) and later she responded by having him hanged. That’ll teach’m servility.

    Posting here is fun, but it’s more fun to get out and about.

     

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  • Edinburgh, Scotland (United Kingdom)

    Getting into Edinburgh from the airport is easy: you take the Airlink 100 bus outside the terminal (ticket office is there) to downtown. I stepped off the bus, walked 100 meters, and saw this:

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    Saint John’s Cathedral, with the castle looming on the hill in the background. Spectacular.

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    If you like rocky prominances and castles, Edinburgh has them. I liked this city within 5 minutes. This castle looked like a real, hard-to-storm fortress, high on this rocky hill.

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    The castle from up in ‘old town’, from the back. Lots of dramatic old stone buildings set high on the hill.

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    There are more churches now than church-goers, so some have been converted to other uses, such as this one.

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    I stayed not far from Christ Church Cathedral. While church steeples dot the Edinburgh sky, this is one of the oldest and biggest.

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    I decided to take the hour long guided tour, in order to get to see the belfry (where the considerable collection of big bells are housed). Up and up you climb in a tiny circular staircase. No room for claustrophobia or fear of heights.

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    Just below the bells, where you pull on these ropes to ring the bells. You are allowed to ring two of them, which is fun. The clock machinery in the corner rings them to mark the quarter, half and hours. At other times, bell concerts are performed. I was disappointed that we were not allowed to climb further up to the bells themselves. But this was fun, anyway.

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    Then, down into the basement crypt. Very old and impressive building, worth exploring.

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    I always take time to visit botanic gardens, and Edinburgh has a fine one. It’s a bit of a walk from downtown, but a bus will drop you right at this gate.

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    There are around 1,000 species of rhododendrons in the world. More than 700 are cultivated here. The variety is amazing.

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    Some conifers have dramatic ‘flowers’. This picture shows the male pollen-producing buds. There are also female cones that bear the seeds. This is a kind of lodge pole pine, Bolander’s beach pine, endemic (meaning found only there) to NW California, USA, along the Mendocino coast.

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    This is an uncommon flower shade. Violet is common, powder blue is rare, in my experience.

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    I never tire of the rich colors and variety of flowers. I’m sure there are many more exotic ones than I will ever have the privilege of seeing. But I shall do my best, as it is so much fun!

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    There are no shortage of excellent ales and such here in Scotland, so I intend to sample a few along the way.

    Now, time to take the train north to Inverness, where I will spend the longest day of the year, the summer solstice.

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  • Dublin, Ireland

    Dublin was my first destination as I started my first summer in Europe. I rented an apartment from AirBnB, which turned out to be in one of the older, run-down sections of Dublin near the Guiness brewery, and my initial impression was not too favorable.

     

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    An Irish pub band puts it this way:

    “I met my love by the gas yard wall
    Dreamed a dream by the old canal
    I kissed my girl by the factory wall
    Dirty old town, dirty old town.”

    –The Dubliners

    However, given time, and looking in the right places, Dublin grew on me. It is a mix of old and dirty, old and classically beautiful, and newer and vibrant in an urban way.

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    Saint Patrick’s Cathedral. ‘Summer rain’ clouds, which have shown up part of every day here so far. I have learned to never go out without my raincoat! But the rains keep Ireland evergreen.

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    They made the Dean’s List beginning nearly 800 years ago.

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    My favorite coffee and pastries spot. Tiny, warm and yummy

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    I never understood the reference when encountering the word ‘treacle’ before, as in “Enough of this treacle, let’s get back to business”.  It is a thick, sticky dark syrup made from partly refined sugar–in other words, molasses.

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    So many delectable pastries, so little time…

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    A very old pub, where I had my first pint of Guiness. It won’t replace hoppy German beers in my heart, but has a most amazing foam. Guiness is big here, and occupies several city blocks just up the street.

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    This giant brick tower used to be a windmill, powering the Guinness brewery

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    Ha’penny Bridge, built in 1816 of cast iron, (the ha’penny toll ended in 1919) over the River Liffey that winds through the middle of Dublin

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    One of the many free art museums in Dublin. Worth several visits.

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    Part of “The Tale of Genji” exhibit, Edo period, Japan

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    I always visit local botanic gardens, and Dublin has a fine one. It merited a second visit.

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    The Vikings established a trading port here in 841. More than 5000 lived here in perhaps 900 houses like this,

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    You may have noticed that I love flowers

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    The Dove Tree

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    The bright saturated colors of the plentiful flowers make me happy

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    There are many long brick row houses like this in Dublin

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    When the clouds parted on Sunday afternoon, I took a walk along the ‘Grand Canal’

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    The old locks are in place, but only rarely used, in the summer, by pleasure barges.

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    Instead, they are used as a swimming hole by teens such as this young Irish boy. Judging from the chattering teeth despite light wetsuits, the water must be very cold. A local transit cop doubted the cleanliness of the water.

    I had the impression that redheads were common in Ireland. Actually, only about 10% of the Irish have red hair (compared with 1-2% of people worldwide). The red hair gene is recessive, which is why 38% of the Irish can carry it but both parents must have it to produce a red haired child. Red hair is associated with freckles and reduced ability to tan.

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    Elaborate, colorful tile floor

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    There were no bats to be seen in this belfry, but ringing a few of the big bells was allowed.

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    A guitarist from southern Brazil busks on the streets of Dublin. There is much music on the streets which are pedestrian-only.

    After several weeks in Scotland, and a week down in southwestern Ireland, I returned to Dublin for 3 days. The weather was better, and I stayed this time in a nicer neighborhood, and my opinion of Dublin improved somewhat.

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    Especially when the sun came out, and along with it lots of tank tops, sun dresses and sidewalk cafes. I went over to Trinity College, and sat in the shade on the lawn of an athletic field and watched 8 year old kids playing their version of World Cup Soccer. Delightful.

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    This picture of the more than 100 year old South City Market building shows some of the good and the bad of Dublin. This magnificent old Victorian building has been rather badly remodeled along the street level. So you try to look at the good part and ignore the junk.
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    With beautiful blue sky shirtsleeve weather, I made my third trip to the National Botanic Garden. No better place to spend a lovely day! Sometimes I think that there is not a single work of art in the museums of the world that equal the flowers, trees, rocks and fish of the natural world. We have yet to equal their glorious variety and exquisitely delicate design.

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    A tree native to Greece

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    Pendulous Atlantic Cedar

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    A group of Italian girls having fun on the lawn

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    A rare plant from the island of Mauritius

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    While waiting for a bus back to town center, I came across another Irish redhead:

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    Her name is Niamh. She has blue eyes, and freckles, but says that she can, in fact, tan a bit.

    Alas, my time in Ireland is coming to a close. I’m glad to have had a chance to learn a bit about this lovely green country whose cheery people are an irreplaceable element of the immigrants who have made the U.S.A. more colorful and energetic. As someone joked “In America, we are ALL anchor babies.”

    (I’ve flown out of the Dublin airport twice now. It is overcrowded, slow through security, and the walks to the gates seem like 2 km! Not my favorite airport.)

     

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