pitlochry (almost)

on the way to pitlochary

We hit the road early on Saturday morning after an unexpectedly late Friday night spent chatting in our flat (after watching Pan’s Labyrith – a must see at Glasgow’s world’s tallest cineplex). Our destination was a small pub and Scotland’s smallest distillery in Pitlochry in the Grampian Mountains. While we didn’t quite make it as far as we had hoped due to a few unintentional diversions, we did see some breathtaking scenery, manage a pub lunch and visit not just a distlerry but the ‘World of Whiskey’ no less.

Loch Lomond

Our initial destination was Loch Lomond (above) – Scotland’s largest Loch and not far up the road from our place. It was quite a beautiful drive along it’s banks, with a brief stop at Luss for a few very rugged up happy snaps and later in an unassuming roadside pub for a fireside coffee. The walls of the pub were covered in notes from walkers of the West Highland Way – provoking enthusiastic planning of walking trips that have been quite effectively doused by this morning’s weather.

After taking a slight detour back almost to where we began, we ended up on a stunning tourist road through bare hills dotted with isolated white farmhouses in front of a backdrop of snow dusted peaks. This was all very well but tummys were rumbling so we pulled up for a pub lunch beside an open fire (the fire was the highlight rather than the food) in a picturesque little town called Aberfeldy coicedentially the name of a cute Edinburgh band whose music a friend has introduced us to.

World of Whiskey

Time was getting away from us after lunch so instead of Scotlands smallest distillery, which was still a way up the road we opted to the close at hand Dewars World of Whiskey, whose cheesey kitch entertained us for quite a while. We left, confident in the knowledge that Dewar’s is the world best marketed whiskey (if not actually any good) and sped home via the motorway – 1 & 1/2 hours as opposed to the 4 it had taken us to get there!!

pictures courtesy of Chris Haan

visitors

Glasgow University

In true Australian fashion we were in our place less than 3 days before we received our first visitor. There is plenty of room, and the sofa bed seems to work ok – so anyone else is more than welcome!

We have been catching up for the last few days, but are hitting the town tonight and hiring a car and exploring a few lochs and glens this weekend. We have a home phone number now, but our phone isn’t working so we are not quite contactable at home yet.

picture courtesy of Chris Haan

the sigh of relief

our place

Finally moved into our own place yesteday – a ground floor tenement flat in the West End of Glasgow. It isn’t ideal (a bit over the top actually) but it will do while we get settled, and was better than much of the dross we were looking at. I’ll post some pictures once our boxes of stuff arrive – hopefully tommorrow!

We are about 20 min from work if we catch the train and close to lots of interesting stuff in the West End, in fact this weekend there is a little art project happening right around the corner from us.

glaswegian weekend

glasgow windows

Weekends are back! For a while I had forgotten the distinction placed on the days starting with S – 3 months travelling blurs the days into one a little. If our first Glasgow weekend is anything to go by it should be a fun place to hang out for a while.

Saturday morning we went shopping at the local farmer’s markets – no mangoes & bananas a la Brisbane’s West End markets here. Instead it was root vegetables, cabbage and lots of free range meat. Had a delicious ‘farmer’s market’ vegetable soup for lunch followed by a random philosophical discussion on the future of architecture (post-post-modernism anyone) over a few pints at the pub.

Saturday night we headed to an isolated back street of Paisley where at the back of an indian restaurant, through an unmarked door we discovered (well actually were lead to) a Glasgow clubbing institution Club 69, complete with dirty techno circa 1993 pounding away all night. As we were warned at lunch, Club 69 is difficult to find, but even more difficult to get home from. After missing the bus back to civilisation we wandered the streets in search of non-existent taxis – finding only off duty ones, one of whom finally relented and took us home.

glorius sunday from nathalie's flat

After a sleep in on Sunday awoke to a glorious sunny day – grabbed a coffee and went for a wander through some of the delightful streets and parks near where we are staying. Follwed that up by finally finding a place to live! We were quite exhausted by the end of it all and looking forward to some respite at work… well perhaps not quite that extreme.