I’m way behind on Scotland stories

Photo by Bryce Longton

Photo by Bryce Longton

Well, I didn’t get a chance to blog much last night, but I’ll get to that. I’ll get to a whole lot more now that my travel column for Trader and Dealmaker is being suspended for several months thanks to the turmoil in the publishing industry. My best to all who’ve been laid off, wherever they were writing. So, here I am, the traveling travel writer without a travel column. Fortunately, I might have found a home for my big story on this trip, so fingers crossed.

After the jump, learn more about my adventures over the past two days.

So, I’ve been all over the place on this trip to Scotland. I’m in Glasgow now, but I went through Perthshire and a bunch of other places I can’t pronounce. Anyway, some of it sucked, so I’m going to stick to the high points.

Among the highest is the Ardeonaig hotel, which absolutely fucking rocks. The owner and chef is both masterful and masterfully entertaining, and he has put together a top-notch resort. It’s where I stayed when I did all that writing by hand and posted it later.

This was my hut at Ardeonaig

This was my hut at Ardeonaig

 

The brook took the place of background music

The brook took the place of background music

 

The main building in the distance

The main building in the distance

I never got around to taking interior shots of the main building (or closer exteriors). I wound up on a porn-related call that morning that was definitely worth my time (my thanks to the person who knows that it is deserved).

I do have some shots of the hut’s interior: kick-ass.

Sooooo comfortable

Sooooo comfortable

 

Likewise, soooo comfortable

Likewise, soooo comfortable

 

It's me, looking at ... um, yeah

It's me, looking at ... um, yeah

The next day, we stopped to look at some river. My handler suggested that we not climb on the rocks, as they were quite slippery. So, I had to explain to her that telling someone not to do something is basically the same as demanding that he jump right in. After promising I wouldn’t slip (I did, but didn’t fall in the river), I climbed out on the rocks and took some pictures. If you’ve seen a river before, these won’t shock you.

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