What better way to spend my final day in Scotland than by driving up the side of a mountain?
The South Chesthill Estate gamekeeper, a splendid chap called Ainster, offered to take us up there in his Argo eight wheeler and how could we refuse?
Our destination was a freshwater spring-fed loch called Lochan Creag a' Mhadaidh. It's kept stocked with brown trout but few were biting today. Ainster reckons that the cold spell has retarded insect hatchings - certainly the Mayflies have yet to swarm - so the fish aren't as big or as hungry as they should be at this time of year. Meanwhile, I wonder how he recognised a 'cold spell' - we were up so high that there was a small amount of snow lying around.
After a slow and uncomfortable (if scenic) return down the mountainside we said our goodbyes to Chesthill House, which had been our home for the week. It really is a grand place. And we discovered that Benedict Cumberbatch and family rented it over Christmas, along with his parents. Learning that his mother Wanda Ventham - who I very much had eyes for in my teen years when she starred in Gerry Anderson's UFO - had been sleeping in the same room I was in gave me some small amount of nerdy excitement.
We enjoyed our final evening with a meal of haggis, mash and neeps and some good whisky.
But not too much as, the following morning, it was back to England with an eight hour drive of some 460 miles.
Scotland saw us off in style with some magnificent misty views of Loch Tay.
Bye bye Alba.
Be back soon.
Meanwhile, enjoy a video of the drive up the mountain:
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