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| After spending the night in a youth hostel in Inverness, I bought a train ticket back to Edinburgh with intentions to crash one more night with Em. On the way, for the hell of it, I stopped off in Pitlochry and caught a bus to Aberfeldy, which I had read about and seen pictures in the non-existant Highlands tour. Aberfeldy is a tiny little village surrounded by mountains, trees, and sheep, and the same bus I rode back to Pitlochry went the long way back because it doubled as a schoolbus and it had to drop around thirty rugrats home at their sheepfarms down old windy cliff roads. The Birks of Aberfeldy, made famous by the poem by Robert Burns, were awesome, and some of the pictures from the two mile hike up and down the mountain are shown below. |