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:: Tuesday 16 August 2005 ::
WOG MOG LE JOG - DAY 9 PITLOCHRY TO EDINBURGH
Yesterday's run was Inverness to John o'Groats to Pitlochry.
Pitlochry is a delightful little spot, very villagey and nice, and lo, there just happened to be a bunch of marching pipers orf marching down the main drag as I got into town to find the internet cafe closed.
They just wheelled outta nowhere and went off, the crowd following like lemmings.
Very kitch but lovely, if a little grating on the ears.
The morning's required activity was a trip to (Tim)Blair Castle
a fabulous big white pile, that is all decked out carefully in vast numbers of deer heads and antlers, and guns and swords and tartan stuffs.
They even had a lone piper
which made a bunch of Italian tourists squeal with delight. They were madly amassing themselves for a group shot around this piper, much crying out "presto", "avanti" and then, as they all got together and the camera button was due to be pushed they all shouted:
CHEESE-A
A terrific touristy moment.
It went well with the tours going on the Castle, which were mostly of Germans for Germans. At one point I was certain a fight had broken out but no, it was just a German tour guide explaining lace embroidery to her group.
No pics allowed in the castle which just means youse readers need to get there for a squizz.
The run down in to Edinburgh was easy peasey, straight south, A9, M90, A90.
Pics of Edinburgh to follow. Bloger is being quite scottish about image uploads per post. As in not many.
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