Posted by: Marcie Miller | May 19, 2010

From Stansted to Loch Lomond in one day…

I don’t recommend it.  Trying to make up time, after getting to Stansted airport, which is just north of London and nowhere near Scotland, we (and by we I mean Chris) drove nonstop for something like 9 hours, mostly on the “dual carriageway” doing 70 to 80 mph. Apparently it’s like the autobahn. We saw no speed limit signs, just “average speed camera” warnings. We were going the speed everyone else was, and still getting passed.

Luss has been restored under a national preservation scheme.

We wanted to get beyond Glasgow, so we aimed for Loch Lomond, and the small town of Luss, which the guide book said was lovely. That turned out to be an understatement! It was a gorgeous and super cute small village, on the “bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond,” just like the song says.

Yes, this is in Scotland.

We stumbled upon an intriguing B&B that had a large Buddha statue hung with Tibetan prayer flags in the front yard, called Global B&B. Interesting. It was delightful! The owner, Maria, was a world traveler and her house was chock full of mementos of her travels. It was very new-agey, but very nice. And the bed was soft – a welcome reprieve from the hard beds we had encountered so far on the trip.

Chris, day one in his homeland

That evening and the next morning we walked around the village, and vowed to return for a longer stay!

Of course it helped that we had, once again, beautiful weather! It was difficult to tear ourselves away, even though it was still a long drive to the Isle of Skye.

We stepped into the church and were immediately roped into watching a video of the history of the church – we were the only tourists. It was interesting though. Turns out the church was torn down and rebuilt in the 19th century when the town’s big wig was drowned in the lake. As a memorial to him, his son had it demolished and rebuilt, pretty much the same as before, but with the ceiling rafters resembling an overturned boat. Very poignant.

But then, on to Skye.

The banks, or beach, of Loch Lomond are quiet in May.

Presbyterian church with graves going back several centuries, that we could read.

Several of the oldest graves were adorned with crossed bones, but I don't think they were pirates.

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  1. Hey, Chris…..I remember my first minute in Elphin, County Roscommon, Ireland, where my G-G-grandfather came from in 1846. Pretty neat to be in the old homeland for the first time, huh?

  2. Thanks for the comment Nancy! It is odd, I do feel a connections to this place. Unfortunately I don’t know who my specific ancestors are in Scotland (other than they are McLeods, and Grants). My family has been in the US for quite some time. We are enjoying our time here.

    We will have to get together when we get back.


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