Scotland is truly an amazing place. There is so much variety in the landscapes of this ancient land. There are times when I am reminded of the vistas in Nevada, as the mountains here seem to rise right out of the flat valleys, and even though the tallest mountain in Scotland is only a little more than 3,000 feet, they still seem to rise to the sky. The rolling hills and farms are much like the hills and valleys of Northern California although less inhabited and the buildings are mainly of stone and much older. We took a drive along the Fife coastal scenic route and were impressed by the small villages and rocky shoreline, as well as the small, rock walled ports of little fishing boats. Very colorful. The crab baskets stacked in careless piles along with corked fishing nets strewn here and there was a homage to a simple and yet treacherous existence that requires a lot of mental and physical stamina only years of tradition can supply. Tea and coffee in a small shop along a warf, a stop at what I would call a gourmet food farm (frozen meals prepared for take out, their own butchered meat artistically wrapped in freezers along with vegetables that looked like they were ready for a photo shoot and much jam and jelly. I know where I would be shopping for food on a daily basis, and all in an old stone barn that probably housed farm animals at some time in its history. It was a visual delight and a gastronomes paradise.
Beautiful sunset on the water flanked by small villages - many pictures taken - and back to our hotel for our last night in Scotland.
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