We woke up on Thanksgiving morning and had breakfast in a cute little room overlooking the main street of Fort William.
I’m a sucker for a grandma sweeping the sidewalk, not gonna lie.
Oh, you wanted to know the way to my B&B heart? Lots of cheese. I’m not that complicated.
And this was right around the corner. I mean. I wanna film a movie here.
We drove up the east side of Loch Lochy (which, as far as I can tell is like naming a Lake “Lakey”) and the west side of Loch Ness, where we did not see any monsters. Fall was exploding all over and I was not one bit sorry.
We drove past lush green pastures…
And we drove past craggy castle ruins…
And we drove past dusky mountains…
We even saw a Cadillac. Scotland has all the scenery!
And, they have blazing bright sunsets at 4 PM. Womp womp.
We drove through Dundee too late too dark to see much, but I had to take a photo of the city lights. See, Dundee is not only our fab little neighborhood in Omaha, it’s where my ancestors lived in Scotland a kazillion years ago. I’m from Clan Graham, of John Graham of Claverhouse, the first Viscount of Dundee. So Grandma, this one’s for you.